Every choice echoes across worlds.
Freedom or Chaos; Stability or Control?
The Edge of Oblivion
The Lesitha Veil Tales Book 1
by CM Dawson
Genre: Epic SciFi Fantasy Adventure
“We were younger than we realised and equally naïve.”
Dive into The Edge of Oblivion — a coming‑of‑age fantasy of secret map‑books, a dying storyteller’s last wish, and a crystal key that reveals tears in reality. Discover a richly imagined world, fast‑paced adventure, and a hero who must choose between duty and destiny — buy now and step over the Veil.
The veil is weakening and shreds between the worlds are becoming more frequent. Darkness is spreading. A new Rysyn is sought to replace the Torsoma before it’s too late and the veil fails, releasing chaos across the facet worlds.
Bex Gartan has no desire to follow her father into the Grinders Guild – or die of stone lung like he did. A rebellious 17-year-old, just weeks before her Liberation Day, a brutal encounter shatters her world. In a shadowy alley, she faces a tragedy and finds her destiny.
Bex’s determination to find the truth pulls her into a conflict that spans multiple worlds. She becomes the target of assassins, the pawn of questionable advisors, and now the unlikely successor to the leader of the Facet worlds. Bex must learn to temper her impulsive nature and trust her instincts if she’s to save her friends, and the Facet worlds.
Will she be the saviour they seek or the herald of chaos?
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Chapter 16 Excerpt:
Then there was the Great Xan Janal, who claimed to have gone over the Edge and slayed a mighty beast to save a village. He boasted that there were many worlds, all separated by the Veil. There were people of different races who spoke weird languages. Some were tall and fair with long, flowing, silver hair. Others were short, squat, covered in fur and grunted a lot. Those stories always made me laugh. My eyes blurred as tears welled up, thinking of him. Whether they were real or figments of his imagination, Xan had given his life to sharing his stories of adventure. And I wasn’t about to let him down.
As I crawled on, I wondered which world I would find on the other side of the Veil. Would it be a world of thick jungles, filled with loud, screaming creatures jumping from one towering tree to the next? Or would it be a crystalline world overflowing with unimaginable colours? I was hoping for the water world, for Muut’s sake, except for the whole swimming thing. That scared me.
I looked back again and then beyond Muut. I scanned the horizon and watched as the heat rippled off the scorched ground. The only things that stood as high as a man here were the boulders that dotted the landscape. There was no lush green foliage, and the rivers were more often dry more than filled with water. I dreamed of seeing the leaves of a plant that was as big as me. I fantasised about dipping my fingers into a cool running stream and carrying the refreshing water to my lips; skipping stones across its surface and seeing splashes instead of puffs of dust.
I didn’t know if Xan’s stories were real or made-up fantasies to impress the ladies. But what I knew was that I didn’t want to die without at least attempting to find out. I owed him that much. So I turned back and faced the Edge. I checked the straps that held my knives tucked against my wrists. I placed my right hand out in front of me and then my right knee, then my left hand, left knee. I slowly crawled to the Edge.
The fingers on my left hand reached it first. I stopped and looked at my hand. The tips of my fingers curved over an edge. My breath caught in my throat. I moved my right hand up to match my left and swallowed deeply as the tips of both hands were now bent joyously over the Edge of our world. I slowly lowered myself down to the rough ground and felt the sharp rocks poking me in my chest and belly.
Carefully, I pulled my body up to the Edge and peered over. The air coalesced into a swirling mist of obscurity, roiling and bulging, causing my vision to slide and refocus as I tried to peer through it.
I pulled myself up to the Edge, raising onto my elbows and stretching my neck as far as I could. The grey mist swirled around my head forming dewdrops on my cheeks. I blew into it, watching as it whirled madly away from me, quickly folding back in on itself. I extended my arm and felt a cool dampness cover me like a second skin. The further I extended it, the less I could see of it.
I pulled myself up and swivelled around to sit on the Edge with my legs now dangling freely. My feet disappeared into the swirling mist that roiled below me. Then I leaned out as far as I could and swished my arms back and forth, trying to clear a view through the grey wall.
I either leaned too far or whipped my arms too wildly, because I tumbled off the ledge into the mist. My heart leapt as I felt myself sliding down the edge of the world. Suddenly, I jerked to a stop when the rope tied to my ankle caught me tight. My breath gushed from my lungs and my heart pounded my ribs.
I heard Muut calling to me, his cries distant, muffled.
I hung for a moment, dangling upside down against the edge of the world. I released my fear as I pushed myself up away from the rough rock face. Curling my knees beneath me, I crouched for a moment, waiting to see if I would fall. Nothing happened. The cool mist swirled around me; my head swooned with the mesmerising movement.
I filled my lungs with the moist air and stood. Fully expecting to topple over, I stretched my arms wide to catch myself when I did. I stood there as rigid as a boulder with my arms spread, knees locked, breath held, eyes tightly closed.
Nothing.
I slowly opened my left eye, peeking, face scrunched tight, awaiting the imagined impact. Both eyes sprang open, and the air exploded out of my lungs. A breathtaking view assaulted my eyes.
Dark Side of the Veil
The Lesitha Veil Tales Book 2
When Bexlin Gartan is kidnapped into a world of metal and gears, the impulsive daughter of a storyteller must reclaim a stolen Lesitha Crystal and learn why her blood marks her as the next Rysyn—before a tyrant uses her power to shred the Veil and destroy everything.
Bex crossed the veil for adventure – now she may never return home, may never see her ma again or laugh with her friends. Stranded in a dark Facet, ruled by a tyrant set on seeking revenge and using her to fulfil his vengeance, she must decide whether she will become his pawn or fight to save all she loves.
Separated from her friends, she convinces the strange mechanically augmented half-lifes to help her find them and to return home, but not before she tries to stop the demented ruler, Urbo’Krk. Uncertain who to trust or what the rising energy building within her means, she must learn to control her impetuous ways and calm her mind. Only then can she face the truth of her destiny – saviour or destroyer.
Will she bring stability or usher in chaos?
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Chapter 13 Excerpt:
“Come,” the ‘naut commanded.
I turned my attention back to the wall where a trickle of moisture ran down a groove, around a rivet, and disappeared behind the bench.
The white-hot tearing of my scalp ripped a scream from my chest as the ‘naut yanked me to my feet by my braid. He held me, dangling in the air for a moment before releasing me. My hands went to my head and returned covered in blood.
“Come or be dragged.”
The warmth of the blood running down my back held me for a moment. Then Tar was at my side, gripping my elbow to guide me.
“Walk,” he commanded.
My legs felt like they were full of sand, but I made them move as he guided me out of the cell and we followed the ‘naut through the maze of passages. “Where are you taking me now?” I whispered.
Tar ignored my question, but I felt a tightening on my elbow.
“Why are you helping someone like him?”
Again, no response, but this time there was a tug on my elbow. “Okay, at least tell me where you’re taking me?”
The massive head of the ‘naut glanced back at us. “No speak. Walk.”
We rode up out of the cells in an open lift. The fresh air felt good against my sweaty face. I studied the bleak world of Vrellum as we rose and wondered if my friends were somewhere lost in the labyrinthine maze of metal gantries and yellow haze.
The platform stopped and the ‘naut led us out into brighter, well-lit passages. We were back in the fortress of Urbo’Krk. We weren’t led to the main assembly chamber. This time the ‘naut led me past the big wooden doors with the familiar motifs etched on them. Instead, I was taken to a smaller chamber. As we entered, a light came on above a large metal chair that sat in the centre of the room. There were straps on the arms and the footrest. I stopped short, making Tar bump into me.
The ‘naut pointed. “Sit.”
I threw my head back, catching Tar off guard and smashing his face, just missing his already flattened nose. My elbow connected with his ribs, and I heard a satisfying grunt. Turning to run, I wasn’t quick enough. The one-eyed Omaj blocked my exit, and the ‘naut grabbed my shoulder, pinching me, and I screamed at the crushing of my bones. He threw me into the chair, slamming my head against the upper backrest. I left a bloody imprint from his earlier threat of dragging me. I tried to get up but felt pressure on my chest. It forced me back into the chair.
“Enough.” Urbo’Krk stepped out of the shadows with Cog at his side. He’d removed his cape and the silver breastplate. He now wore a black vest that allowed him to display his mechanical arms. Beneath the close-fitting fabric, I could see that his neck and chest were flesh. There was a seam where the augmented arms attached to his shoulders. The join was smooth and had a natural appearance as if the black mesh were just another type of skin.
He leaned over me. His presence felt heavy. The pressure built on my chest, and I tried to take a deeper breath, but could only sip the air. I turned away and refused to acknowledge him.
“Ah yes, you feel my strength.” He stood and pointed at Tar. His energy pushed against me, pressing me into the metal seat. Tar remained standing against the wall and motioned for Omaj to strap my wrists and ankles to the chair.
“I wish to examine you.” He spoke calmly as he turned and walked to a table that ran the length of one wall. “It isn’t every day a Rysyn passes through my world.”
My teeth felt like they might pop out as I spoke through my clenched jaw. “I’ve never heard of a Rysyn and don’t know why you think I’m one. I was only looking for the truth.”
I glared at Tar as I spoke my defiant words. His stoic face drew tight as he stared at me and shook his head. Cog had stepped further into the room and now sat at my side. His quizzically tilted head indicating his attention.
Urbo’Krk’s broad back hunched over the table now straightened as he slowly turned back to look at me. “I will learn what makes you a Rysyn,” his eyes flicked to Cog, “or I’ll make the cog suffer for your defiance.”
Cog tilted his head as he gazed from me to his master. I couldn’t be certain if he understood the threat that Urbo’Krk had made, but I also wouldn’t be the reason that he suffered any further abuse under this monster.
My jaw remained clenched as I slumped defeated into the chair. Tears welled in my eyes as Urbo’Krk came toward me carrying a mesh of wires.
“That’s better. Now sit still; this will hardly hurt.”
CM Dawson is an indie fantasy author and the founder of Crystal Path Publishing, writing multi-world adventure fiction from the rolling green hills of Wiltshire, England. Her debut series, The Lesitha Tales, follows Bex Gartan — a headstrong, impulsive 17-year-old who finds herself thrust into a power struggle that spans multiple worlds. Compared to Samantha Shannon, Brandon Sanderson, and Suzanne Collins, the series blends fast-paced action, vivid world-building, and a fierce coming-of-age heart. She crafts immersive multiverse fantasy filled with emotional stakes, dark magic, and lore rich worldbuilding. The first two books — The Edge of Oblivion and Dark Side of the Veil — are available now. A space opera trilogy, a short story collection, and a dystopian novel are all in development. When she is not writing, she can be found gardening, editing the local parish magazine, playing skittles, or being bossed around by her two English Bulldogs, Sage and Bubba.
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What inspired you to write this book?
I was part of a writing club called The Athena Sisterhood. Each week we would write to a different prompt. I wrote the scene in Book 1 where Bex crawled to the Edge of Oblivion and peered over. The other writers in the club were so enthralled with the story, they begged me to write more. So, I really have Athena Sisterhood to thank for their encouragement and continued support while I developed my writing style and voice.
What can we expect from you in the future?
I’m currently working on Book 3, which I thought would be the end of the series, but it looks more like there will be Book 4. I’m also editing Book 1 of The Eververse Chronicles and working with my cover designer for that series. I’m attending a few book fairs this year and next, so I’ll be posting about those as they come up.
Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?
Yes, I do side stories as I’m developing the characters. This gives me a better understanding of who they, what they’ve done, and how they might react. For example, Shrykka, the protagonist in Book 1, had an affair with the Hadrial (Advisor) in Grenbor, the second world. This gave me insight into both characters and enable a plot point.
Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in The Lesitha Veil Tales?
There is a rather large cast of characters across the books. Bex is the main character. She’s a sparky young woman on the verge of her Liberation Day where she’ll join the community as an adult. Except, she doesn’t want to conform to the expected path that has been chosen for her. She wants a life of adventure and refuses to accept her fate of being a Stone Grinder. She is fiery and often lets her tongue run amok before her brain is engaged.
Muut is her best friend. They’ve been inseparable since they were kids. He’s a scientist geek and is always doing some experiment, picking up random bugs and twigs and stuffing them into his backpack. He’s incredibly curious and also has a crush on Sarja.
Sarja is Bex’s best girlfriend. She is a year older than Bex and has a twin brother, Nyraj. They both work at their parents’ trading shop. Sarja is a diplomat and always considers all sides of a situation. She is a keen negotiator and doesn’t suffer fools gladly.
Nyraj, Sarja’s twin brother, is in the Blasters Guild. He’s the size of a mountain, as strong as an ox and as gentle as a newborn lamb. He’s loyal and trusting to a fault.
Cog is from Book 2. He’s an augmented bulldog and becomes Bex’s friend and protector. He’s been augmented to be able to speak and has a rudimentary language.
Where did you come up with the names in the story?
Names are fun. I play around with different spellings and pronunciations while I say them out loud. Then I use them for a while in the story to make sure they’re the right fit. I have even changed a character’s name midway through because I kept forgetting it or misspelling it. That told me it wasn’t the right fit.
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
Getting inside Bex’s head. Seeing the world through her eyes. Exploring her backstory and thinking about how that influences her reactions to the different situations.
Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?
Bex in sparky. She speaks before she thinks. She is incredibly curious and
How did you come up with the title of your first novel?
The Edge of Oblivion was the title of the scene that I wrote to the prompt way back in 2017.
Who designed your book covers?
Jamie Noble, The Noble Artist, is my cover designer. He is incredible and so talented. I feel so lucky to be working with him. He’s done both my books and is working on the cover for Book 1 of The Eververse Chronicles. He also does my maps and character art.
Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?
Your editor wants your story to be the best it can be. While they aren’t always right, there is typically a kernel of truth in their critical feedback – no matter how much it hurts.
If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?
Zendaya or Emma Stone for their exotic and feisty looks.
What is your favorite part of this book and why?
In Book 1, I still love the scene that started the entire series. When Bex is crawling through the veil and reaches the Edge of Oblivion, then her first experience of being in a different world. From the colour of the sky to the scent of the dancing flowers and the dew on her skin.
In Book 2, I think one of my favourite scenes is when Bex is in the pit with Nyraj. It is so visceral and sets up the jeopardy that is at stake.
Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?
The inside of my head is messy and full of really interesting characters. However, I do observe others when I’m out and about. I might watch how someone cradles their elbow when they’re listening intently, then I work that into a character’s behaviour. I’m a keen observer of human interactions, and I’m always on the lookout for interesting ticks and traits that I can incorporate. So just ignore that strange woman peering at you from the corner of the coffee shop, she’s not crazy, just capturing nuances of human bahaviour.
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
I’m just along for the ride and to chronicle their adventures. They absolutely own their story.
What did you edit out of this book?
I don’t want to give too much away but rewrote the entire middle section of Book 1. In Book 1, I initially had all the friends going over at the same time. After receiving feedback from my mentor, Emma Cooper, I begrudgingly experimented with the storyline, and yes, she was right. It was so much more powerful to have the twins cross at different times. It gave me so much more to play with, and it really raised the stakes.
Give us a Fun Fact/Behind the Scenes/Did You Know?’-type tidbits about you, the book or the writing process of the book.
The character in Book 2, Cog, is based off one of our bulldogs, and I got the idea for the ‘steampunk’ augmentation from a figurine that sits on my windowsill. I think I’ll be including bulldogs in all my stories going forward. They are my spirit animal.
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Looks very exciting
I love the cover and the excerpt.