House of Bastiion (The Haidren Legacy Book 1)
House of Bastiion (The Haidren Legacy Book 1)

K.L. Kolarich

House of Bastiion (The Haidren Legacy Book 1)

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"Some of the best, most complex world-building I've yet seen... Your next five star read."
-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐍𝐘𝐓 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬


Centuries after the Forgotten Wars ravaged the world and turned it to ash, the Houses of Pilar, Darakai, Boreal, and Bastiion forged an accord with the royal line of Thoarne, founding a Quadren of advisory to the throne of Orynthia. Every generation, a single haidren from each of the four Houses is appointed to this coveted chair. 

Upon her Ascension to adulthood, Luscia Tiergan takes her seat at court as al’haidren to the House of Boreal and is quickly drawn into a maze of political traps and dark secrets. As she adjusts to her new life, Luscia uncovers a pattern of forgotten children, slain in the streets of Bastiion.

Raised on superstitious rumors about Boreal’s penchant for sorcery, Zaethan Kasim, al’haidren to the House of Darakai, inevitably clashes with Luscia when she arrives in Bastiion. But when his position is threatened by an old rival, Zaethan is forced to set aside his hatred and form an uneasy alliance with the Boreali al’haidren to secure his claim.

Following a disturbing stream of innocent bloodshed across Orynthia, Luscia and Zaethan discover their ideals are far more aligned than they might have imagined. But in a land of war and deceit, the path to peace should never be trusted.


House of Bastiion is the first installment in the award-winning epic fantasy series, The Haidren Legacy. An immersive adventure armed with dark politics, sharp objects, and bickering characters, this treacherous saga packs a legendary punch for fans of Brandon Sanderson, Naomi Novik, John Gwynne, and Victoria Aveyard. Evoking the classic style of Game of Thrones and The Priory of the Orange Tree, The Haidren Legacy is not for the faint of heart.


House of Bastiion (The Haidren Legacy Book 1)

“You’re holding back,” he taunted. “Is the witchling too tired to play after a night under another yancy?”

“If you don’t hold your tongue, I might just cut it out!” She struck his thigh with one baton and the side of his head with the other, then stepped back to calm herself.

“I was taught y’siti never grew tired.” His eyes sparkled viciously as he blinked the pain aside. “Is it the heart or the lungs your mother eats after you’re born?”

Her jaw clamped shut, veins filling with fire. She cracked her neck and stepped away. “These lessons are over.”

When her boot met the stone, she turned her back to Kasim, eager to shake off his insults, but he only chuckled. It was a cruel sound, like that of his father when they’d met on her first night in the city.

“You’re getting flushed, you know. I hear Boreali flesh isn’t so corpselike when it’s flushed. They say it burns quite beautifully in the heat of passion. Uni, like a yaya between some yancy’s legs.”

Luscia froze. The horrific scar tissue on her neck throbbed as she thought about Ambrose and his body pressed against Mila. The pulsing changed to a scald as her mind flooded with images she’d ached to forget and a sensation she’d strived to wash away.

“Ah, is papyon what makes your kind come alive, little y’siti?” She heard Kasim’s poison over the rushing in her ears. “A pair of soft, Unitarian hands all over your body—”

Luscia screamed with a waking wrath that consumed her entire being. She spun in place, pulled her mother’s consort dagger from its sheath strapped across her thigh. Nearly jolted by an outbreak of light, she threw Ferocity along the threads of lumin, aiming straight for Kasim’s skull.

With a clatter, the dagger hit the wall and jangled against the floor. The threads shuddered at the sound and coiled in a makeshift fence surrounding them.

She tasted iron on her tongue when his fingers wiped blood away from a cut near his temple. To her shock and dismay, he grinned at the sight.

“There you are.”


K.L. Kolarich

Throughout her life, K.L. Kolarich never expected to become a bestselling epic fantasy author, nor one based out of Nashville, TN. But growing up in Metro Detroit, Kolarich developed a deep love for eclectic variety as well as the underappreciated. Both themes readily present throughout her treacherous series, The Haidren Legacy.

An individual plagued by sarcasm, conviction, and an ever-present distraction of fable and lore, K.L. Kolarich dreams in the day and writes through the night. Often hearing her characters argue in the background, Kolarich stifles the daily temptation to abandon reality and lose herself in the realm of Orynthia.

When fully present in the real world rather than another, Kolarich explores local waterfalls, habitually frequents the same Thai restaurant, adds to her ever-growing spice collection, and maintains a thoroughly messy kitchen for the sake of colorful vegan feasts.

With too many cats and not nearly enough wine, Kolarich resides in the woods away from the noise, happily married.