The Brintillium

The Brintillium: The Brintillium Trilogy Book One


When Orlando rescues mysterious beauty Emma, he has no idea he will soon be racing across London and the wilds of Dartmoor, aiding her search for a child whose knowledge could be used to destroy Earth. Pulling Emma from the edge of a portal between two worlds is just the beginning of Orlando’s life-changing adventure. Despite a rift between them, his best friend Martin, a wanna-be pirate who loves Orly more than is good for him, volunteers to help. Emma’s arrogant brother Andrew completes the quartet that barely keeps a step ahead of their vengeful enemies.


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 Excerpt from The Brintillium:

Instead of barreling down the alley, as he’d done round the corner, Orlando forced himself to stop before the entrance and wait. Narrow and dark, the perfect setting for a gangster’s nefarious plans, including lurking around the wall with a baseball bat aimed at Orlando’s knees.

Restricting his panting gasps to shallow breaths, he pressed his palms to the brick and leaned in to peer around the building’s edge. His soaked hair fell into his eyes, but rather than risk being seen raising an arm to brush it back, he tilted his head and peered as best he could through the wet strands and streaming rain.

The girl had her back to him, and the man stood in profile to her left, one hand holding her wrist while she struggled, the other gesturing in the air as he looked upward. They stood six meters away, in shadow, surrounded by bins, cardboard boxes, liquor bottles and empty pallets. A tiny shimmer of light hung over Capone’s gesturing hand, which he held at shoulder level. The girl kicked at him, punched him in the side, tried to pull away, then lunged forward and battered at him again, all without effect. The brute finally twisted her arm at a clearly painful angle, and she tilted forward in a crouch, unmoving. Through it all, she made no sound.

Capone was focused on his task—whatever it might be—but if Orlando made a move, he’d be seen. Perhaps he’d have to…

He took a deep, slow breath. He might have to rush in and take his chances. That’s what a hero would do. He’d become accustomed to holding back, feeling safe. But it was an illusion, wasn’t it, that feeling of safety? Ominous gestures and a struggling girl meant danger for her, and Orlando couldn’t turn his back and let something bad happen, couldn’t let destiny make a wrong turn.

He straightened. The shimmering glow above Capone doubled in size, revealing itself to be more like a border—was it an opening?—than a light. Multicolored fragments glistened around the rim. Before Orlando could construct a logical explanation for this, or even contemplate the implications, the opening trebled, then quadrupled. The ragged edges flickered, but it seemed solid inside—on the other side?—as well. It stopped its expansion, still flickering, waiting.

The girl took a step back, pulling against her restrainer. Her hair had turned dark from the wet; thick strands clung to her face and shoulders. Capone jerked her forward, and Orlando felt that tug in his own feet, felt the world shift under him for just a moment. He had to throw aside all logic, because he knew—without any doubt—that the man planned to drag the girl through that hole. If that happened, she and all of her possibilities would be lost to Orlando forever.