Effie Moore

EPIC FANTASY NOVELIST AND DREAMER

Hello, I’m Effie, and for the last eleven years, I’ve crafted what everyone called “The Book.” It is a multi-POV epic fantasy novel I named The Outlaw King.

Storytelling has always been at the core of who I am. My earliest writing was poems, but stories were always there, and history was my favorite subject. Now, as a medievalist fantasy author, I use history as a scale to build a world defined by a fierce, apocalyptic struggle—bringing fresh twists to the genre for modern readers.

A Life of Tense Twists & High Stakes

I was born in the USA, but I have lived in multiple countries and traveled as much as most people buy their morning coffee. As a young girl, I was a tree-climbing, lizard-catching tomboy, and I am still very much that person at heart.

Eventually, I grew taller—which some might call growing up—and became a restaurateur. Along the way, I played guitar, wrote, composed, and sang for charities. I was advised to study opera, become a translator for the Chinese Embassy, and even worked for the sheriff’s department at one point. That’s a story in itself!

It was after becoming a single mom that I became a content writer. I gave up a promising new career that I hated for the pure love of writing. Go figure why I threw that opportunity away! Yet, a starving artist with a great pen indeed became my personal sigil.

Eleven Years, One Dream

Throughout my eleven-year book-writing journey, which spanned the years I was a single mom to a wonderful son, I juggled a full-time job and wrote every day. I almost gave up. I tried burying The Outlaw King many times, but each night as my head hit the pillow, there was the demon with the shovel!

So, there you have it—eleven years of demons, determination, education, and many tears. It was all balanced out by the laughter of my son cheering me on, and all the cool things in the book that I could write about.

What to Expect in My Pages

While my story honors the classic hero’s journey, I love exploring the anti-hero and grayscale morality. If you love deep political intrigue, a reluctant healer, and a fiercely loyal found family fighting against the odds, you will feel right at home in my pages. Just be warned: this noble dark fantasy carries high stakes where anyone can die.

I broke my teeth on Patrick Rothfuss, Michael Sullivan, Brandon Sanderson, and Anthony Ryan. Edgar Allan Poe and Shakespeare were like pepper on food. Then came Game of Thrones, which stole my heart, along with countless other books that filled my shelves. At one point, I had nearly three thousand books!

Off the Page

On a personal note, what I think is cool is farm life: chickens, goats, a great dog, horses, some cool cats, and picking olives and lemons off my own trees. When I’m not writing, I sketch, roast coffee, cook fabulous meals, and obsess over history as a medievalist. Give me a sword and I’d trade my jewels for it.

You might wonder, “Why did I choose indie?” I believe in myself and in you. Who needs a middleman to cut out our favorite parts, set prices, and strangle us with book politics? We want the stories and great fantasy covers. If I learned one thing in these last eleven years, it’s “Don’t cave.”

See you over the pages,

Love,
Effie Moore

Bard

The sound drove through me like spikes, cold and hard. How... how would I pry the secrets from my mind and move them to the page? How to tell the world this epic story... I wasn’t sure; I wasn’t, but I did because I am, in my soul, a bard.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

King Odo

“I am the keeper of the ruins, the idiot prince, now king. What will my people say when they see I have returned with but an army of eight? That I lead them to a grave?”

“’Tis nine including the wolf, Your Grace.”

Protector Mistra

“Each of our lives is a story, and we must preserve each one.”

Healer Zebious

“It is not known who will rise as the victor in this war, but those who live will have nothing to rule. Throw me a reason to protect what feels like a myth.”

Traveler Vica

Two Seltan guards stepped aside as the doors burst open, forcing the men stationed inside to scramble out of the way. The old Judgemaster flinched.

Traveler Vica strode into the chamber, ignoring him and turning toward the assembled ministers.

“Well? What do the cunts say?” she demanded.

Chairs scraped against the floor as First Minister Fims and the Judgemaster rose.

Scholar Jon

“When I ponder the worlds and the many races that have survived, I discover that each of these multitudes lies within us. Thus, when we kill for hate, we kill ourselves.”

Commander Rhon & Crossbow

“I will be sticking to what I do best, for my king, and now for Gelendara.”

“What is it that you feel you do best for me, Rhon?” asked the king.

“Kill.”

Fisher Sorenson

“Old wine, old women, old me,” laughed Fisher.

“You find that humorous?”

“Not a chance, old friend.”
Vica grinned, leaning back, feeling the small of her back ache. “Indeed.”

Chieftain Draglar

Draglar’s heart quickened—he felt his scars rip open around his body. For a long moment, he stared at another charging beast, and he did not move. It snarled and lifted its head, bellowing the horrid screams. Make no mistakes. Siberal’s banners will remain. Forsake this treaty and know within thy bowls, Siberal will declare war on Selta with note of her crimes of treason.

Lawkeeper Honara

Honara’s black wings and black armor mirrored her heart. She watched the Shadow approach and pulled a horn from her belt, blowing it. Warriors emerged from the forest, and the thought of blood excited her, until…

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