At the Sorcerer’s Command

Miar is her people's only hope to defeat the sorcerer who has besieged her home.  She has an unusual talent. She’s a soul-catcher, able to twist any soul to her will. And Varun, the man who must guard her, is willing to use her and her gift anyway he can.

Thrones of Desire

Thrones of Desire: Erotic Tales of Swords, Mist and Fire is a place where lust and legend abound, and adventure, passion and danger entwine. Think mystical lands and creatures, kings and queens, knights and renegades, heroes and villains, warlords, maidens and princesses. Think battles and danger, honour and dishonour, good and evil. Most of all, think hearts filled with passion and secret desire.

This is a place where romantic chivalry is alive and well, but so too is romantic wickedness. This is a place where the good do not always win, and the bad are often more captivating and desirable than their altruistic counterparts.

In these lush and timeless landscapes, the battle for flesh can be as important as the battle for power. Intrigue, sorcery, revenge, lawlessness, dark secrets and mysterious elixirs; entanglements with supernatural beings – everything is possible in these magical mythical landscapes.


The air reeked of blood and tar, wrapping around me, mixing with the distant flared hiss of fire. I shivered. I should’ve been in my master’s rooms, hunting through ancient scrolls for a defence against the sorcerer, Kiritan. Not here, lost in a sea of tents flapping in cold, night winds. The creak and thwack of the timber-framed mangonels ran ice through my blood. I wasn’t a soldier. Far from it.

Panic whipped my nerves, my heart beating hard. I hadn’t volunteered for this sortie. I was an apprentice, barely that, with the first swell of magic in my blood. But I’d also shown another skill. A skill the Duke’s new paladin, Varun, commandeered as he fought back against the besieging army.

“Keep up, Miar.”

Varun’s low voice cut into my thoughts and he grabbed my arm. His strong fingers bit into muscle, their heat bleeding through the thin sleeve of my shirt. The familiar scent of leather, metal and skin wiped away everything else. He pulled me close and his breath brushed my temple. “You know the drill. Concentrate. Stay close. Try not to be stupid.”

I stiffened. “Then you should’ve left me behind.”

His grin burned, the heat of his mouth taunting me. There was that hint of a growl and it hollowed my legs. “I’m not letting you go, Apprentice Miar.”

His words sank into my belly, shoving aside my fear for a much darker want. I’d lusted after Varun from the minute he’d appeared in the Hall of Magic. Not that I could have him. My untouched body was promised to my master when my studies were complete. Payment for his skill and time.

Varun had only been weeks in the fortress. And I should never have met him. He did not believe in magic.

It was obvious why the Duke had favoured the man as his new paladin. Tall, strong with an animal grace that made me ache…and a hint of something else. Something no one spoke of, an unnaturalness, a ferocity that twisted through his nature.

“I have a promise to keep to you. After this.”

I frowned, even as my heart drummed. “What promise?”

His full, low growl pushed desire deep into my flesh. He wanted me to concentrate, whilst whipping my body with forbidden need. “Varun…”

“That’s Commander to you, Apprentice Miar.”

At The Sorcerer’s Command

Erotic Fantasy Romance


AT THE SORCERER’S COMMAND is a short story within the THRONES OF DESIRE anthology from Cleis Press. Edited by Mitzi Szereto.