BORN INTO A WORLD where magic is not only feared but outlawed, Ferrin’s choice to use his abilities brings the Black Watch to his doorstep. Caged alongside a helpless band of half-starved wielders, he formulates a strategy to escape. Armed with nothing more than his sarcastic wit and a determination to never give in, Ferrin attempts the impossible.

Excerpt: Chapter One

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET us killed, Ferrin, or worse—captured.”

Ferrin’s twin sister, Myriah, had always been a touch melodramatic. He thought it a good offset to his own overly dry sense of humor. They complemented each other in ways neither was willing to admit.

He smiled but kept his focus. It would take more than his sister’s grumbling to pull him away from his one true love. He shook his mop of red hair out of the way, loose beads of sweat scattering as he landed another hard swing of his mallet on the anvil. The rhythm of each stroke was a song to which he could pare his heart, the beats as steady as the life pumping through his veins.

Ferrin’s smithy was a humble affair in the lower merchant district of Rhowynn. A large kiln sat at the back, taking up nearly a quarter of his workspace. Its hearth glowed with fresh coals, the heat a familiar comfort that Ferrin found invigorating. Next to the kiln was a cooling tank, rung with a variety of tongs, hammers, and swages. Covering every inch of the stone walls were racks of tools and molds. Pieces of metal of all shapes and sizes lay in what might seem haphazard piles on the floor, but each pile was organized by type, future use, and amount of time required to forge.

Directly in front of Ferrin sat a stone pedestal roughly one foot in height, on which sat his anvil. A long strip of metal lay on the anvil, something he had been preparing for one of Rhowynn’s nobility. It was to be a gift for their grandson, his first sword. Ferrin thought it was rather silly considering the boy was only three, but as long as their gold was good, a contract was a contract.

“Are you listening to me?” Myriah asked, her patience seemingly waning.

Ferrin could practically hear her fold her arms. He knew that tone all too well. He grunted to let her know he had no intention of stopping his work for another one of their heated discussions, which had been growing more frequent of late. There were rumors of the Black Watch being spotted crossing the border into Keldor. The White Tower’s reach was growing. This new Arch Chancellor seemed to be on a personal mission to purge the five kingdoms of every last wielder.


Ferrin kept silent. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy a good verbal joust with his sister, but he was too deep within the flow of his transferal to offer a proper rebuttal. The magic coursing through him required his full attention. Besides, an argument at this point would only end in his likely defeat. She was right after all.

“You’re using it again, aren’t you? I can always tell, you know.” She slowly moved her hand in front of her face. “The air . . . it tingles.” After a moment, she gave up her attempt at touching his magic and shifted her attention back to him. “Take it off before someone catches you. I don’t plan on spending the rest of my life in the White Tower because of your carelessness.”

Ferrin started counting: Five . . . Four . . .

“Ferrin!” This time, his name was followed with a hard foot stomp.

He stopped mid-swing, his mallet still hanging in the air waiting for the downward fall. Slowly, he lowered it to his waist and turned around. His sister was standing just inside the doorway, tapping her foot on one of the wooden steps leading down into his shop. Having his smithy connected to their home was a convenience, but there were times he wished she would allow him to install a proper lock on the inside.

“I heard you the first time.”

“You need to do more than hear me. If the white riders get wind of you using your gift, it will be the end of us both. You need to stop.”

Myriah scowled at him. Her long red hair was tied back, which meant she was either about to start or had just finished cleaning. She took his acknowledgment of her presence as a small victory and carefully worked her way across the room.

Ferrin propped his hammer on the anvil and took a deep breath. He could feel the heat draining from his body. It wasn’t a heat that stemmed from an emotional trigger like love, or desire, or even rage. It was a different kind of heat, one that burned from the inside out. It rose from the depths of his soul. It was part of him.

Magic his uncle had called it, right before selling him to an old peddler to keep the wrath of the White Tower away from his home. His uncle wasn’t a bad man, just not very brave. He had agreed to take them in after Ferrin and Myriah’s parents died from an outbreak of black fever. But when Ferrin’s ability first began to manifest, his uncle feared the White Tower would come to take away the rest of his family, along with Ferrin. He didn’t blame his uncle, with the kind of rumors of what happened to those the White Tower took, his uncle had reason to worry

Ferrin didn’t understand why everyone was so afraid of magic. People cowered from it like they would a viper. It wasn’t as if magic was going to make them grow a third eye or something. He loved the way his magic felt. He was a metallurgist, able to feel and manipulate metal.

There were times, however, when he would have traded it for a normal life. After all, it wasn’t like he had chosen to be different. He’d been born this way. But as long as he was going to be forced to bear the weight of keeping it hidden, he figured he could at least find a way to profit from it.

His twin sister, on the other hand, had not been saddled with the burden of possessing something the world wanted destroyed. Still, she willingly chose to be with him in spite of the risk involved.

He could still remember her walking into Pinon’s camp two days after Ferrin’s departure with the old peddler. Myriah had left home with nothing more than the clothes on her back and her favorite dolly. The thought of being separated from her brother was more than she could bear.

Not knowing what to do, Pinon waited to see if their uncle would show up to collect her. When he didn’t, the peddler finally agreed to allow her to come along.

Her love for Ferrin was something he cherished above all else.

“Take it off, Ferrin. You know you don’t need the crystal to make a quality blade. You’re a skilled swordsmith. None of the other smithies have to resort to magic to meet their orders; neither should you.”

Ferrin fingered the silver chain around his neck. He could feel the small stone resting against his chest under his sweat-soaked tunic.

“The other smithies aren’t located in Southside. They have thriving trades in places that can reach those with coin to spend. The most we can hope for is the occasional farmer whose sickles need a new peening before harvest. We wouldn’t have survived last year if I hadn’t found a way to attract the right sort of clientele—”

“Your attraction is what worries me,” Myriah said from the other side of the anvil, arms crossed. “You’ve already ostracized yourself from most of the merchant guild. Your unexplainable ability to forge and shape weapons that are vastly superior to every other smith in Rhowynn has made you an open target. How long do you think it’ll be before they come and demand your secrets?”

Ferrin didn’t respond as he mulled over her concerns. The two of them had always managed to scrape by, but times were getting harder. Customers were waiting longer in between sharpenings, and his less wealthy patrons were opting to make due with old equipment.

He had decided not to tell Myriah how bad their finances had gotten because he didn’t want her to worry. She had enough to worry about keeping up with the household and him. She didn’t need the added knowledge that they might lose the smithy too. That was why he had resorted to using magic.

At first it was for simple things like adding a small flourish, or a finer edge, when coming up on a hard deadline. Those simple uses, however, quickly turned into more. Pretty soon there wasn’t a single piece of metal passing through his shop that hadn’t had some form of magic added to it in the process.

It was those same magic-infused weapons which had earned him a commission by the High King himself. It was also that very commission that had sealed his fate with the merchant guild. Apparently, the older, more established smithies didn’t appreciate having some young upstart steal the work right out from under their noses. The sad thing was that even without the use of magic, he was still twice the smith they could ever hope to be.

In the end, he only had one excuse to offer. “We needed the money.”

Myriah grunted. “We don’t need it that badly. I can always find some more work—”

“You already have a job watching Lord and Lady Resdin’s children.”

“I can find another. Delana has been asking me for some time to come help her in their milliner shop. I can do that in the evenings and—”

“No.” Ferrin struck the anvil with the top of his hammer. “The gold I made from the king’s commission will be enough, if . . . I can’t believe I’m about to say this . . .” He lowered his head and stared at the smoldering length of metal waiting on the anvil. “If we are willing to put aside our plans of moving to a better district, and simply remain here.”

Myriah’s arms lowered. She cocked her head to the side, trying to determine whether he was being serious or not. “Do you mean that? I know how much moving into one of the northern districts would mean to you.”

Ferrin smiled and removed the chain from his neck. He held it out between them and watched as the small crystal on the end dangled back and forth, reflecting the light of his kiln’s fire. He could already feel the presence of his magic diminish slightly. It seemed that the farther away he was from the rock, the weaker his gift became.

“I’ll stop using it if that’s what you want.”

She smiled and quickly moved around the anvil in order to wrap her arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best big brother a girl could ever hope to have.”

“We’re twins. For all we know, you could be older.”

“Yeah, but you’re definitely bigger,” she said, emphasizing the point by standing on her tiptoes to look him in the eyes. Ferrin smiled. “Unfortunately, bigger doesn’t always mean smarter.” She chuckled and headed for the door, a victorious spring in her step.

Of the two, Myriah was definitely the more emotional. But, it was that same passionate spirit that made her so fiercely loyal. Once his sister set her heart to something, there was little that could be done to dissuade her.

“Don’t forget today’s Sixthday. You look like you have about three layers of silt to wash off before tonight, not to mention the smell.” Myriah pinched her nose and made a face, then closed the door behind her.

It was Sixthday already? Ferrin glanced at the cooling piece of steel on his anvil and shrugged. The work could wait. He lifted one of the large buckets of water used for quenching and doused the coals. They hissed and released a large blanket of steam into the air. If only he had a bar of soap handy, he could have nearly washed from the moisture. Somehow, he doubted Myriah would have been happy with him if he had.


  1. Josh

    When will the third book in the Aldoran Chronicles be published?

    I can’t wait!

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Josh,

      I don’t have a set date for publishing the third book. I can say that I do plan on it releasing in 2021.

      At present, I’m working on the first draft and it just keeps growing and growing. At this point, it will definitely be over a 1,000 pages.

      Stay safe and God bless,

      • Kody Bonham

        Hi Michael,

        That is fantastic news! I have very much enjoyed listening to Tim’s narration of your wonderful books. Will be starting your prequel shortly and wishing you all the best!

        • Michael Wisehart

          Hi Kody,

          Tim does a fantastic job with my both my series, as they are set within the same world and share a lot of the same characters. I’m glad you are enjoying the story and finding it entertaining.

          Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years!

  2. Lajoya

    I just finished the 2nd and 3rd book of Aldoran Chronicles which made me sad because now I have to save enough money to buy shackled and the street Rats of Aramoor. I’m excited for the street rats of Aramoor books because Ayrion id my favorite. made me sad to see him lose his memory.

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Lajoya,

      If you are reading the books via digital ebook, then you can download Shackled for free.

      Glad you are enjoying the story so far, and yes, Street Rats is an exciting way to see a young Ayrion.

      Stay safe and God bless,


  3. Michael L.

    I can’t remember the last time I found a book series/world that has encaptivated me like Aldor has! Flew through the 1st 2 Aldoran Chronicles books and just finished Shackled last night. Can’t wait for book 3! Luckily I still have Street Rats to consume, will be digging in this weekend. When is Netflix turning this into it’s next big series? 😀

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hey Michael,

      I appreciate the shout-out. I’m glad you are finding the series so captivating…always good to hear.

      You’ll enjoy reading through the Street Rats as it brings a lot of light on several of the characters you find in the Aldoran Chronicles.

      As far as Netflix…that would be nice. However, I would want to wait until I had at least 5 books in the series out so I could make sure to stay ahead of any tv show or films.

      If you haven’t already, don’t forget to leave a review on Amazon for the books, or if you listened on Audible. Those reviews really do help.

      All the best,

  4. Doris Wheaton

    Love the books from The Aldoran Chronicles was wondering when the third book will be coming out

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hello Doris,

      So glad you are enjoying the story. Have you had a chance to read through the prequel series, Street Rats of Aramoor? If not, they will make for fun reading as you wait for the third book.

      I don’t have any date set for the third book, “The Four Part Key,” only to say that it will be published sometime in 2021. I’m working on the first draft now, and it’s already almost as long as Plague of Shadows, and still has quite a ways left to go. I can say that at this moment it is sure to be the largest of the books to date. It is certainly going to be an exciting addition.

  5. mike

    You are now on my author list for fantasy. There are some of the established biggies on that list.

    I enjoyed The Aldoran Chronicles and I look forward to the next installments. I requested Shackled. In the meantime, I will read The Street Rats.

    I just do not like the waiting.


    • Michael Wisehart

      Hey Mike,

      Honored to make the list.

      I hope you enjoy the Street Rats as much as the Aldoran Chronicles.

      I’m working on the third installment in the Aldoran Chronicles at present, and the third installment for the Street Rats should release this July.

      Don’t forget to leave reviews for the books on Amazon when you finish. The reviews are very important.

      All the best,

      • ...

        Is there going to be a 4th Street Rats

        • Michael Wisehart

          There will eventually be a 4th, 5th, and 6th Street Rats. 🙂

          • tanner

            i was just reading comments but also hoping to see this exact statement. i can’t even put my excitement into words.

  6. Barbara Foster

    Dear Michael, what wonderful books! Read both of the Street Rat books in 1.5 days. Now to the main series.

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Barbara,

      So glad to hear you enjoyed the Street Rats series. The third book in that series is complete. I had planned on releasing this month, but the virus has forced me to push that release until June. The audiobook will be released one month later in July. My plan is to have the Cover Reveal for the book next month.

      At present, I’m working on the third book the Aldoran Chronicles series. It’s going to be exciting.

      Don’t forget to leave a review on Amazon for the books you read. Those reviews are very important. -Thanks!

      Stay safe,

  7. Wendy

    What is the proper chronological order to read these books? Thanks in advance

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Wendy,

      I have two series that I’m writing, both are written within the same world.
      1. Street Rats of Aramoor
      2. The Aldoran Chronicles

      The Aldoran Chronicles is considered the master series. The Street Rats of Aramoor takes one of the main characters from the Aldoran Chronicles and goes back 20 years to their life as a teen, living on the streets of the capital city.

      I wrote both series in a way that made it so they are completely stand alone. You can start with either series. Personally, I would recommend starting with the Aldoran Chronicles because it gives a macro view of the entire world and magic system.

      Let me know if that answered your question.


      • Wendy

        So then should I read shackled before white tower? And thank you for the reply!

        • Michael Wisehart

          It’s not necessary, but I would suggest reading Shackled first.

          I actually wrote Shackled after writing the first two books, but it does have some important information that might be needed, or at least helpful, by the second book. Definitely will need to read it before I get this third book finished, which is what I’m working on now. 🙂

  8. Neil Raymond

    I finished both Street books and was thrilled with both. I was able to download and print out Shackled and finished it yesterday. You still amaze me with your writing, Looking forward to vol. 3 of both series.

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Neil,

      Glad to hear you enjoyed the Street Rats series as well. Hoping to get the third in the Street Rats out soon, depending on when things start going back to normal.


  9. Seol Dobson-Allam

    Hey, I love your books and have listened to all of them on Audible.
    So I was wondering when Shackled would be coming onto audible. If it isn’t going to then I would be happy to read it but I would prefer to listen.
    Keep up the good work!

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Seol,

      Because Shackled is a free giveaway prequel, I’ve never wanted to use it as a product for sell; however, my audio publisher is in discussion with me about sticking it up on Audible as a very cheap giveaway.

      That choice will stem on whether or not my audio publisher is willing to sink the money into creating it.

      I will keep everyone informed.

      Best way to keep up with the latest info is to follow my Facebook page by hitting the “like” button.

      All the best,

  10. Anna Kuzyk

    Hi Michael,

    I am a very picky reader, and there are few authors that meet my standards. However I am pleased to say that your books do. I have thoroughly enjoyed all the ones I have read, and look forward to your future ones.

    Great job!!!

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Anna,

      Thanks for reaching out. Glad to hear that I’ve managed to meet your standards, and hope I can continue to do so for a long time to come.

      If you haven’t done so already, don’t forget to leave a review on Amazon or Audible, whichever you use.

      All the best,

  11. Pierre

    This is great addity, o just wish I could have read this before I read THE WHITE TOWER. It gives a good introduction and back story for one of the characters.

    Great books, I can’t wait until you release the next book.

    • Michael Wisehart

      Hi Pierre,

      Glad to hear you are enjoying the books. The sequel to The White Tower is coming soon. Pre-orders will be up September 2nd and the official release will be October 1st.

      Until then, if you haven’t started on them yet, make sure to grab the Street Rats of Aramoor series to read about Ayrion’s backstory.

      God bless,


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