The Saga of the Nothing Mage Progression Fantasy Series by J. P. Valentine

The Nothing Mage (The Saga of the Nothing Mage Book 1)

Beware, oh friend, the Nothing Mage, The man himself a blight, With magic cursed and spells unseen, That none can stand and fight.

Beware, oh King, the Nothing Mage, A force that pierces all, The tolling bell that sings of death, ‘Till lords and empires fall.

Beware, oh love, the Nothing Mage, A vengeful man is he, So if you dare to draw his wrath, Then nothing ye shall be.

”There’s nothing there.” The words may as well have been a death sentence to young Declan. Without mana, there could be no studying at the sky-piercing Pinnacle Towers, there could be no great monster hunts, and there could be no following in his father’s legendary footsteps.

He’d be a cripple.

But when a terrible accident forces him to flee, Declan learns the true nature of his mana. Just because it doesn’t resonate at any known frequency, doesn’t mean it isn’t magic. Just because he can’t cast the same spells as everyone else doesn’t mean he isn’t a mage. And just because you can’t see something, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

Untolled (The Saga of the Nothing Mage Book 2)

He came aboard a broken ship, To Lethis on the waves, With lies and tricks and evil spells, Their future, he would pave.

Beware, oh King, the nothing mage, A force that pierces all, The golden bell that sings of death, ‘Till lords and empires fall.

In silent dark, in dead of night, He came in from the cold, And through their screams and dying gasps, The bell remained untolled.

At long last, Declan and his companions have arrived at the floating city of Lethis. Safely in neutral territory, the mages can continue their studies and even compete in the legendary Lethian Tournament. That is, until an unwelcome guest disrupts the competition, and Declan finds himself dragged beneath the dark waves and into a world of mystery and fate.

War has come to the denizens of Teralia, and the nothing mage is no exception.

Syzygy (The Saga of the Nothing Mage Book 3)

In Winter, Storm, in Deep, and Dark, The many threads they’d see, But in their rage they overstepped, And then the Courts were three.

Beware, oh love, the nothing mage, A vengeful man is he, So if you dare to draw his wrath, Then nothing ye shall be.

The stars align, the planets shift, Their walls are split in twain. Behold, behold, the syzygy, Now we shall feast again.

The king is dead, and any dreams of conquest have died with him. Now the Teralian army can dedicate their focus towards hunting the man who brought it all about.

Fugitives for treason, Declan and his friends must slip past the nation’s borders into the treacherous wildlands beyond. Trapped in a world of Faeries and whispers and prophecies, they chart their course for the Seat of the Tempest and for whatever powerful entity demanded his presence.

The syzygy is coming, and the nothing mage will need every bit of help he can get if he’s to find a way to stop it. Assuming he can even make it there alive.