Order of Prometheus
2 primary works
Book 1
My name is Maxine Cartwright, and as of this morning, I'm a fugitive.
New Seattle is a Shining City, one of the few remaining oases of civilization left in the world, but it isn't without it's problems. That's where I come in. I'm a hunter; a mage employed by the Faction to hunt down Fallen mages and bring them in dead or alive. It's a good gig, and one I've been doing for years. I have a reputation, or notoriety, depending on how you see things, and more enemies than I can count. Now one of those enemies is trying to frame me for a terrible crime I didn't commit, and the worst part is my own people can't look me in the eye and tell me they know I'm innocent. My only choice is to run away from the only life I've ever known, and figure out who is going out of their way to put me down.
Cut off from my friends and the people I once relied on for backup, I reluctantly accept the help of a man wanted for questioning concerning his potential ties to the Fallen. But how am I supposed to trust someone who could be a terrorist? Then again, how can he trust me? Proving my innocence will be the hardest thing I've ever done, but before I can do that I'm going to have to learn the truth about the world I live in, and uncover the lies I've been told my whole life.
Book 2
I once lost everything I had; turns out I still have way more I could lose.
I used to be the Faction's top hunter; eleven years tracking down Fallen mages and doing the Faction's dirty work. But the Faction was lying, had been lying all along. They double-crossed me, tried to frame me, and when they couldn't do that, they tried to ruin my reputation and sentence me to death, only they trained me too well. Now I work for the Fallen, otherwise known as the Order of Prometheus, helping mages escape from under the Faction's grip. Problem is, the Faction aren't going to give up on trying to put me down, and to make matters worse, they aren't happy that I took two of their best people with me when I switched sides. Their tactics are going to get deadly before they get sloppy.
We're at war with the Faction, and if we want to win it, we're going to have to go behind enemy lines, work from the shadows, and use every trick we have to minimize the potential bloodshed, on their side, our side, or anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire. I'm ready for this. My training, my experience, everything's come to this. But I have no idea what the Faction is hiding up its sleeve, and the truth I'm going to learn about the world I live in is going to either set me free, or shatter me into a million pieces.
Now isn't the time to back down.