Mirror's Fate by Justine Alley Dowsett
About Mirror's Fate:
Balance is Everything
The Mask Tendro picked up after the battle in the Mirror World is more than it seems. When he puts it on he is flooded with all the memories of his previous lives and all the ways his future could play out. Choosing to destroy the Mask instead of giving into the temptation of hiding beneath it, Tendro decides that this time he’s going to do things differently. And that means staying one step ahead of Caralain in his own world and the one that Mirrors it.
Mirena agrees to help Tendro with his plan, even though it will have her facing harsher consequences for her involvement in the attack on the Capital. But in order to break the cycle, they’re both going to have to tread into uncharted territory and face down friends and enemies alike. Alliances shift, fates change, and the past comes back to haunt them as they finally unravel the secrets of the Mirror Worlds and their places in them.
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Release Date:
July 17, 2025
Genres:
Dark Fantasy, Romance, Fantasy
Genres:
Dark Fantasy, Romance, Fantasy
Excerpt:
Tendro Seynor blinked and the world came back into focus.
“Hey, man, are you okay?” a stranger’s voice spoke beside him.
Tendro stared at himself in the mirror of a public bathroom, the wooden Mask a lifeless thing in his hands. He wasn’t an old man on his deathbed. He was young and in his prime, though every inch of him hurt like he’d taken a beating and he was half-lying on the tiled bathroom floor. An open wound under his eye and across his cheek stung, and he looked as tired, dirty, and dishevelled as he felt; his brown hair was badly in need of a cut.
He remembered this day, this moment. This tiled monorail station bathroom. The blood on his hands, in his hair, and staining his black mage outfit.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” the stranger asked, obnoxiously waving his hand in front of Tendro’s eyes.
“Two,” Tendro told him, without actually looking.
“Alright,” the man said, backing off. “You had me scared there for a minute, writhing on the floor like that. I was about to call for a Healer.”
Tendro let the surreal sense of deja vu wash over him as he accepted help to stand, even though he wasn’t the least bit wobbly. His body was tired and sore, but his mind was alert. “Thanks, but I’m fine,” he said, halfway to putting the Mask back over his face when he stopped. He affixed the Mask to his belt instead, then repeated with more confidence, “Thank you, but I think I can take it from here.”
Stepping out onto the monorail station platform was no less surreal than suddenly opening his eyes in a much earlier part of his life. In the future he’d only just left, the monorail was long gone, a relic of an earlier time, before the wars that had driven the city states apart and made him heir to a kingdom. But here it was, running smoothly and efficiently, powered by the majik of the Capital’s Generator.
Tendro’s mind spun as he stepped onto a mostly empty train car and slid into a window seat near the back, keeping his bruised and battered face down and out of sight. But as the monorail left the station and started its circuitous route across the vast Capital city, he started to accept that what he was seeing and experiencing was real. The life he’d just reached the end of must have been yet another vision supplied to him by the Mask. Real, perhaps, but either way he was getting another chance at this life. An opportunity to do things differently.
And I’m not going to waste it.
“Hey, man, are you okay?” a stranger’s voice spoke beside him.
Tendro stared at himself in the mirror of a public bathroom, the wooden Mask a lifeless thing in his hands. He wasn’t an old man on his deathbed. He was young and in his prime, though every inch of him hurt like he’d taken a beating and he was half-lying on the tiled bathroom floor. An open wound under his eye and across his cheek stung, and he looked as tired, dirty, and dishevelled as he felt; his brown hair was badly in need of a cut.
He remembered this day, this moment. This tiled monorail station bathroom. The blood on his hands, in his hair, and staining his black mage outfit.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” the stranger asked, obnoxiously waving his hand in front of Tendro’s eyes.
“Two,” Tendro told him, without actually looking.
“Alright,” the man said, backing off. “You had me scared there for a minute, writhing on the floor like that. I was about to call for a Healer.”
Tendro let the surreal sense of deja vu wash over him as he accepted help to stand, even though he wasn’t the least bit wobbly. His body was tired and sore, but his mind was alert. “Thanks, but I’m fine,” he said, halfway to putting the Mask back over his face when he stopped. He affixed the Mask to his belt instead, then repeated with more confidence, “Thank you, but I think I can take it from here.”
Stepping out onto the monorail station platform was no less surreal than suddenly opening his eyes in a much earlier part of his life. In the future he’d only just left, the monorail was long gone, a relic of an earlier time, before the wars that had driven the city states apart and made him heir to a kingdom. But here it was, running smoothly and efficiently, powered by the majik of the Capital’s Generator.
Tendro’s mind spun as he stepped onto a mostly empty train car and slid into a window seat near the back, keeping his bruised and battered face down and out of sight. But as the monorail left the station and started its circuitous route across the vast Capital city, he started to accept that what he was seeing and experiencing was real. The life he’d just reached the end of must have been yet another vision supplied to him by the Mask. Real, perhaps, but either way he was getting another chance at this life. An opportunity to do things differently.
And I’m not going to waste it.
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Meet the Author:
J.A. Dowsett (she/her) writes scifi and fantasy with strong romantic subplots. Her books range from young adult (the Crimson Winter trilogy, Neo Central) to adult fantasy romance (Mirror Worlds, Ismera). She loves superheroes, Dungeons and Dragons, and Star Trek. In her spare time, she owns and operates Mirror World Publishing, an independent Canadian press specializing in Escapism Fiction. She lives in Windsor, Ontario.
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