Gates of Sorrow is the second book in the Aulirean Gates trilogy. It will be released on 19th April 2024.
The story follows Gates of Hope’s protagonists, Elissa, Darin and Suriin through the next phase of their journey as they face their own personal demons, the mysterious craterlands of Dal, and the distant green moon of Mythos. Change is coming for all of them, and they have no choice but to embrace it.
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‘You will be the path we walk. You will be the last scale on a wing, the piece of the puzzle that makes everything complete.’
Deep beneath the Black Palace in Lieus, Suriin pays the price for trusting Natke. Cut off from her magic and unable to rescue herself, she waits on aid from Darin and the Howlers. The cost of her rescue? The future she’s always dreamed of.
Thanks to Darin and Chase, the Howlers’ access to magic is no longer restricted but, as they prepare to hunt down the xotryl and its new companion, they receive disturbing news from Dal. Natke is hunting. She will stop at nothing to get home to Tebein.
Far away, on Tebein, Elissa’s only hope to rescue her people is to travel to the moon of Mythos and find a way to re-open the Aulirean Gate on Lieus.
About the Author
J E Hannaford is powered by coffee, dragons and whisky. She teaches Biology in the real world and invents fantasy beasts to populate her own.
She lives in Suffolk, UK, and pines for the coast and mountains of Wales.
A love of nature, biology and the ocean permeates through the pages of J E Hannaford’s stories and pours out of the characters who live in it. She lives with her husband, son and a crazy puppy, who does a good impression of a carpet-shark.
Other books by J E Hannaford include her debut, Black Hind’s Wake duology.
Gates of Hope, the first book in The Aulirean Gates trilogy, has been described as being an epic fantasy hug in a book, with Moonhounds.
The stench of vomit and bile was far stronger than when he’d left, and the drainage hole for the small stream that trickled across the cell appeared to be blocked with vomit; the water had started to overflow its small channel.
Suriin had moved close to the bars, where Fluffy lay as close to the girl as she could get. Gwynn sat near them both and turned his tear-streaked face towards them as they approached.
‘She’s no better. Can you help her, please?’ He sobbed. ‘Our Father is dying. Our mother’s missing. Suriin is all I have – Suriin and Fluffy.’ He reached for the moonhound.
The girl emitted a low groan and rolled over, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her face screwed up in what appeared to be pain. Gwynn turned in panic, reaching for her.
‘Your father?’ Bones crouched next to the boy. ‘Who’s your father?’ He studied Suriin as he waited for a reply. ‘She looks very pale. Is she hot?’
Suriin looked notably worse than when they’d left. Her skin had paled and her lips were cracked. She moved less, one arm held close to her side, wrapped around her ribs. Until they could get her out, Darin had no idea what other trauma and injuries she was suffering from. No doubt, it was more than she outwardly showed.
Gwynn dragged his gaze away from his sister. ‘My father is So’Dal Yorynn. He was attacked on his way here with Suriin.’ He gestured at his sister. ‘The Anchor sent for us – me and our mother. When I got here, Suriin was missing.’ He swallowed hard. ‘She got close to the bars just before you got here. Just before she was sick again.’ He pointed at a small yellow puddle.
Bones brought his hands together and interlaced the fingers before lowering them with a sigh.
‘So’Dal Yorynn.’ He nodded. ‘I know who he is. The xotryl wound festers still?’
Gwynn shrugged. ‘I heard from the collective who brought me that he’d started to get better, but I haven’t seen him. Fluffy let me put her on a Skaa-rak finally, so we got here early. I wanted to surprise my sister.’ He gestured at Suriin. ‘But she was missing from her room. I thought it would be fun to get Fluffy to track her so I could still surprise her. Then, I found her and…Watcher’s flames!’ He collapsed in on himself. ‘Well, you know the rest.’