The Realmly Chronicles of Whiston

Meet epic fantasy, with its boots on the wrong feet

A tale that unfolds in a realm where magic misfires, heroes end up dead—or worse, and a prophecy arrives at a dreadful time.

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Dragons stir, wondering where their treasure has gone, fashionable wizards scorch the sky from eagle-back, and the Deathly Angel is never more than a heartbeat behind an ill-advised flick of a wand.

This is classic epic fantasy at full scale—kingdoms, artefacts, archmages, hags, and apocalypses—told with wit, warmth, and a healthy disrespect for destiny.

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As the realm darkens, unlikely heroes are dragged from the gutter into extraordinary trouble:

⚜ A turnip farmer tasked with saving the entire realm.

♪ A bard with truly awful poetry.

☾ Guides with dark secrets and a terrible sense of direction.

✦ Thieves with butter-slick hands.

⚔ A fighter with delusions of grandeur.

♔ Kings who would rather someone else handle the prophecy.

❖ Ancient dark powers that should have stayed buried, and are now keen to get involved.

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Friendship, betrayal, and farce collide as four ancient fragments must be found to avert a prophecy that refuses to fix itself.

So, raise a goblet of finest chicken wine, steel your nerve, and step into a tale where doing the right thing is rarely sensible—and often just wrong.