{"product_id":"signed-print-battle-scarred-titan-mage-dragon-paperback","title":"SIGNED PRINT [BATTLE SCARRED]: Titan Mage Dragon (Paperback)","description":"\u003ch3 class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eOccasionally I get weird books in my stock that are generally good quality, but have minor errors that make them not-full-price-worthy. These are some of those books! If you don't mind a copy that's a little less-than-perfect, though - here, have $5 off! :D\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook Three in the Titan Mage series. Published by Spice Rack Press. \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium SIGNED PAPERBACK:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003eSigned by Edie Skye. \u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-d364ed80-7fff-a1ab-7c6d-e9d4ac79ce1b\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWant a personalized signature? Let us know in the comment box when you check out! \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/dragon\/\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWorld-shaking mysteries? Secretive aristocrats? Shapeshifting dragons? All in a day’s work for Harper’s Harriers!\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSix months have blown by since Locke was reborn in another world with his hot new body, magic powers, and a giant mech called a Titan. In that time, word has spread that he’s a new void mage—the rarest mage type—and now every woman he meets wants a piece of him. But only the voluptuous ladies of the airship \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e can claim his heart (and … the rest of him).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThey’ll need all of him to take on their next bounty, for it promises to test their skills to their limits. A once-simple drake-hunting job has now turned into a dragon-hunting job— but there’s more to this bounty than meets the eye. Something has twisted the dragon, Ultranoth the Organized, from a reclusive collector to a rampaging winged terror, and that “something” might just be the same thing that caused the downfall of civilization a thousand years ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt’s a job that only Locke and his crew are qualified to take … especially since his crew includes Chief Engineer Bexley. Or, as she’s more formally known, Lady Beaunessia Valerie Brimble Morton, prodigal (and proud of it) daughter of the distinguished Morton family—and childhood friend to Ultranoth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut will Bexley be able to reach her scaly friend? And if not, what then? Will their two Titans be enough to bring down a dragon?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOr is it finally time for their \u003cem\u003ethird \u003c\/em\u003eTitan to enter the fray?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eWARNING: Titan Mage Dragon\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun fantasy adventure containing steam both punk and smutty: sexy mechanics, sensuous airship captains, racy mech pilots, curious catgirls, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e“Edie Skye has somehow managed to mix together LitRPG, magical mecha, and a spicy harem romance into a story that is fun and great entertainment. It’s been a while since I sat down and read a book in one night, but here we are.” —Amazon Reviewer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“As a teenager, I drooled over the mechs of Robotech and Macross, and nothing since then has captured my love of those massive robots as the titans of Titan Mage.” —Amazon Reviewer\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/dragon\/\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from TITAN MAGE DRAGON\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePROLOGUE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe ground before Locke roiled with the shape of a monster still forming, and shuddered with the aftershocks of a natural disaster.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe meteor had struck mere hundreds of feet from the mine—far enough to miss it, but close enough to collapse it and trap all the miners inside, or worse. He didn’t know if there was anyone left to save so close to the still-smoking crater. He didn’t even know what kind of monster he was about to face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn this moment, at his level of skill, Locke was certain of one thing and one thing only:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf he did not make a dramatic entrance with his robot’s arms heroically crossed over its chest, then he was wasting the whole robot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“You ready, Ember?” he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe turned his head—and thus his titan’s head—to the right, where a sleek blue-and-silver mech crouched, the cannon on its right shoulder aimed down for its inevitable sniping. Locke’s red titan gripped a rafter at the top of the \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e’s hangar, steadying itself as their airship floated around the scene. It was probably unnecessary—-titans could self-balance with aplomb—but it looked cool, and over the past several months, he’d grown so used to fighting in this machine that he figured he could safely indulge in a little Rule of Cool.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Ready when you are,” Ember replied from Titan Long Shot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Oh, I’m \u003cem\u003ealways\u003c\/em\u003e ready,” Locke replied—then did exactly what he’d been planning to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe let go of the rafter, crossed Titan Chimera’s arms over its broad, shining chest, and then took one step and plummeted down from the \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e’s lowered hangar ramp.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSafe inside the cushioning conductor fluid of his cockpit, he felt invigorated rather than terrified by the sudden punch of gravity lurching through his guts. Oh, it had been terrifying the first time he’d practiced this move, but months upon months of airdrops into monster battles had trained him in what to do. He let himself fall for a bit and then, when he was just close enough to the ground, channeled a burst of magic into the crystalline gravity catalysts implanted in the back of each of his titan’s legs. The catalysts flared with purple light. A similar blast of purple excess magic plumed out of his shoulder louvers and trailed behind him like a sparkling cape. And when he landed, it was with all the composed coolness of a veteran mech pilot who was here for one thing and one thing only:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTo kick monster ass like it was just one bullet on today’s badass to-do list.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Yeah.” Locke smiled privately inside the cockpit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“What?” came another voice from above—Captain Alyssa, calling from her watch point in the \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e’s control room. “Is the situation down there better than it looks?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Nah, it’s as bad as it looks,” Locke replied. “It’s just that I’ve been trying to nail that entrance for months and I finally got it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“What tactical advantage does that give you?” Ember asked from Titan Long Shot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“None. It just looks cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Not as cool as the—what did you call it? The three-point landing?” chimed Bexley, the \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e’s chief engineer. “Even if it did tax the titan’s joints too much. Still, nine out of ten stars, would smash.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Bexley, how would you even smash a \u003cem\u003elanding pose\u003c\/em\u003e?” Ember spat. Locke could practically hear her rolling her eyes over the radio.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’d find a way,” Bexley replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’m sure you would,” he agreed with a grin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’m still not clear on why those ‘landing poses’ are worth expending effort on,” Ember continued.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt once, every giant robot show Locke had watched back home on Earth flashed through his mind, complete with elaborate transformation sequences and epic theme song fights and especially those moments when the robots made their first great appearances on the field of battle, looking so unbearably kickass that even elaborately-animated missiles seemed to stop in their paths just to admire the sheer power of the mech’s presence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut he couldn’t explain that to people from a world that had never known television.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“It’s a guy thing,” Locke replied instead. “It’s hard to explain.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Oh, like an alpha male ‘Step into the room and command all the attention’ thing?” Ember asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLocke was about to object, but then reflected on it and said, “Now that I think about it, that actually makes a lot of sense. You \u003cem\u003edo\u003c\/em\u003e get it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Men are not incredibly hard to figure out,” Ember stated. “It’s what I like about them. You’re very low-effort.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“… Thanks, I guess?” Locke replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Hey, men are as low-effort as you make them!” Bexley objected. “I, on the other hand—”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“We know, Bexley,” Ember retorted. “It’s hard to miss the noise.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Sorry,” Bexley and Locke replied together, though Bexley’s was in a tone that was decidedly \u003cem\u003enot\u003c\/em\u003e sorry about all the noise she made when she and Locke were together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Not that all this banter isn’t fascinating,” Captain Alyssa interrupted, “but there \u003cem\u003eis\u003c\/em\u003e a monster on the field.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Nothing we can’t handle!” Locke replied. Now he stretched his arms out in preparation for the fight. (His titan stretched with him.) “We know it’s shadow dregs, and I’ve fought plenty of those before. Just gotta figure out the form.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe finished stretching, then focused on the writhing blob before him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHis first few adventures on the world of Haven had been rocky ones, as he figured out the workings and dangers of his new home and circumstances. But their last big adventure had been pivotal. He’d learned a lot about Haven, its weird magical history, its geopolitics, its cultures, the strengths and limits of its naturally-occurring magic, the sheer complexity of its monsters, and the clever lengths to which he could push his titan—and all that had combined to unlock something inside him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSix months ago, he’d been Joseph Locke of Grassroots, Kentucky, down on his luck in every possible way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut thanks to a conveniently-timed acquaintance and some weird magical whatnot, he’d since been reborn as Locke—just Locke—void mage, wielder of \u003cem\u003eall\u003c\/em\u003e the magical elements, pilot of Titan Chimera, co-owner of the Harper’s Harriers, dangerous-errand-runner-and-occasional-bounty-hunter, and general inamorato of every woman on the \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt was, simply put, fucking awesome!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut even he knew that he’d been coasting until that point, trying to find his footing, and now that he’d found his first foothold, he didn’t intend to let it go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMonster encounters were regular occurrences here, so his first step had been to brush up on the world’s monstrous fauna. He’d started taking notes on every monster he’d encountered, and filled in the gaps with tips from Ember and a titan mage friend he’d begun to make on another ship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOrion Havoc (or Rion, as he mercifully preferred to be called) was a distant friend at this point—the \u003cem\u003eBlue Heron\u003c\/em\u003e and \u003cem\u003eIndigo Gryphon\u003c\/em\u003e spent so much time in the air that they mostly only spoke by radio, or else when they met at random Arcane Indexes—but he was another part of Locke’s strategy: networking. He knew he was \u003cem\u003ebasically\u003c\/em\u003e powerful and valuable in this setting, but even the greatest people were only as powerful as the allies they kept, and he’d stumbled into some potentially useful ones when they’d returned to the Vasor Arcane Index after rescuing Ember’s mother from a fraught archaeology dig four months ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eRion wasn’t even the most useful person he’d met that day, but over the course of their conversations, Locke quickly discovered that, in addition to being a mech pilot, he was also a monster nerd, and had been willing to send some detailed references for Locke to peruse between battles.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBetween his own experience and Rion’s monster encyclopedias, Locke had been able to put together a much stronger picture of the kinds of creatures he’d be fighting, and the coalescing monster before him was one of the most prominent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShadow dregs were one of the single greatest scourges of the world of Haven. They were not native, but rather fell to the planet in meteors that broke off from the Crystal Moon hanging above in low orbit. No one had been able to explain what they were, except a magic-infused purple-black sludge; all they knew was that, once shadow dregs landed, they sought out things to take over. Living, dead, inanimate—it didn’t matter, and once they took over those things, they would rampage and spread until someone stepped in to obliterate them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLocke and the Harper’s Harriers made their careers out of being that someone. Meteorfall bounties were always plentiful and urgent, and time being of the essence, they generally paid well enough to be worth the risk. Of all the monsters he’d fought, shadow dregs were the one he was most familiar with.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut they were more complex than they seemed. The type of challenge presented hinged entirely on the person, monster, or type of object they took over, and they had an intelligence that, while limited, could also be incredibly dangerous. Most dregs opted to sink into living beings, to take over their muscles and brains until their eyes burned bloodshot purple-black with eldritch magic. But if the victim was large enough, they’d ignore the musculature entirely to home in on the brain, and with a host on that scale, they could wreak apocalyptic havoc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere were other varieties, too, but Locke didn’t anticipate those in most instances.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFor now, he looked at the wriggling, violet mass before him and cracked his titan’s knuckles, unnecessarily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Welp, guess I better light it up before it figures out what it’s doing.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I’ll take the leftmost side,” Ember replied. “Keep clear of my shots.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Will do!” Locke shouted, and then coiled back as if to initiate a running tackle and clawed his hands together like he was holding a huge, invisible globe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHis back foot landed with an enormous, earth-tearing stomp. The energy catalyst in his left arm glowed blazing orange with charging magic; the same color again spurted out of his shoulder louvers, and slowly, a dot of crackling bright energy began to coalesce between his palms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis was another move he’d been practicing. When he was still getting used to his energy catalyst, he’d either used it as a flamethrower, ice thrower, or beam weapon. He hadn’t yet figured out how his machine concentrated the very physical concept of \u003cem\u003eice\u003c\/em\u003e into a particulate, not-entirely-corporeal beam of light—Haven’s physics were slightly different from Earth’s anyway—but his titan could turn his very \u003cem\u003ewill\u003c\/em\u003e into reality, and so he’d figured other shapes were possible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShapes like energy balls. Or spirit bombs. Or—\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Gods, Locke, is the screaming really necessary?” Ember shouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“YES,” Locke shouted back, through a scream that sounded like it should span several episodes and suck all the energy from every lifeform across the planet of Haven. “IT’S AN ESSENTIAL PART OF THE PROCESS.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I have literally never heard of another mage harnessing the power of screams,” Ember replied, unimpressed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“MAYBE THAT JUST MEANS I’M INNOVATIVE!” Locke roared back. The energy ball throbbed between his palms, growing larger with each syllable until it threatened to envelop his hands. He raised it above his head and let it throb and grow in size until it spanned the width of his shoulders, glowing ferocious orange and crackling with tendrils of white lightning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“HYAAAH!” he finally bellowed, and flung the burning energy ball with all his might.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Impressive,” Ember deadpanned, still unimpressed—\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe energy ball collided with the writhing churn of shadow dregs. It blasted along the whole of the spread like an incorporeal meteor making planetfall—and left nothing but a hole of singed earth at the center where it had struck.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Oh, I take that back,” Ember began. “That is legitimately impressi—\u003cem\u003eshit\u003c\/em\u003e!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBefore Locke could even see what she was shouting about, a blast of searing white shot from Ember’s own titan and stabbed into the left side of what remained of the puddle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt didn’t take him long to realize what, though.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFor as the wood burning scent of magic wafted past his nostrils, so too did the acrid scent of burning shadow dregs—and the sickening scent of charred human flesh.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe shadow dreg puddle writhed more vigorously now, galvanized to action by a direct threat, and as the purplish goo undulated, Locke now saw that it was more than a puddle of mere sludge; there were \u003cem\u003ethings\u003c\/em\u003e inside it. Human-shaped things. And not moving of their own accord.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Be on guard!” Alyssa reported from above. “Something’s happening near the mine!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLocke didn’t need her warning. From his vantage, he could see the broken earth shifting, as if something enormous was moving it from underneath—-or an enormous horde of smaller things.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSuddenly, the ground exploded upward.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLocke felt his stomach lurch as more shadow dregs slithered out of the rocky debris, carrying with them more human bodies, so broken that they looked like vaguely humanoid snakes wriggling across the ground. They all joined with the greater puddle in one sickening glide, and that was when the puddle began to take firmer shape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Oh, damn, it’s a clump type!” Locke shouted, and began to blast heat attacks at the shape at a furious pace. Ember joined him at once, adding Long Shot’s powerful ranged arsenal to the mix. This kind of attack wouldn’t stop it, but the more they could whittle it down before it finished forming, the better.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eClump-type shadow dregs were one of the most uncommon and least fun types to fight. Rather than controlling their victims like zombies, these took their victims’ bodies and lashed them together with their own nasty sludge, forming a single creature that looked made up of magical purplish tar and corpses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Corpse dreg,” Locke specified, intensifying his blasts as the creature grew, as a huge arm splashed out of the shape to claw the ground, then another arm, then a leg, and another leg.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe creature had grown to one story tall by the time its first arm emerged, two by the time its second arm sprouted. A great cloud of acrid smoke rose from the fury of their titans’ attacks, partially obscuring the creature. But even behind that oily screen, Locke could see the creature rising even higher. The silhouette of a weirdly humanoid head formed atop its still-wriggling shoulders, twice as high as his titan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd then a fierce gust of wind blew the smoke aside, revealing the creature in its full, terrible horror. 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