Authors Collective: Micah C Herbert


I am Micah C. Hebert, a seventeen year old author from California. I have been writing for over four years, and creating the Tales from Cunavid over the past two years. Fantasy and dystopian are my preferred genres to write and read. My favorite books are the Lord of the Rings, the Inheritance Cycle, the Hunger Games, and the Giver Quartet. Other than literature, I love musical theater and cinema. But above these things, I love the Lord Jesus Christ.

Why I Write:

I write because I believe writing is a gift from God, and I strive to use that gift in ways that glorify God. Stories have power, and it is my goal to write powerful stories that bring positive effects in the world. My stories tend to be dark without much levity, showing the depravity of mankind. But it is never without a purpose. Sometimes, I show evil in the purpose of telling a cautionary tale; sometimes it is to point out the evils of this world, even though my stories take place in another; but most often, it is to highlight goodness, which shines brightest in the dark. Some themes that my writings commonly tackle are the destructive qualities of division, the strength of a pure friendship, the inaccuracy of one’s worldly reputation, and that evil often makes itself appear beautiful or appealing.

Tales of Cunavid: Brothers in Spirit

In the world of Cunavid, the powerful magician, Umvarrin, has reigned in the realm of Melhog for thousands of years, fighting—with the sword and his cunning—to expand his empire and subdue every realm under his evil grasp. But a new threat emerges as Standi—a tall manlike people—begin to scourge the peaceful Human villages in the north. Hope for Cunavid’s future begins to fade.

Amidst the turmoil, two heroes arise. Caulfid Toldernia is a young Human man, orphaned as a child and forced to grow up alone in the wilderness. Viniarn Bideul is a farmer with an ideal life and family, a special bloodline, and skill with a blade. But when the two witness the injustice of evil, they take action, leaving their homes behind to battle the Standi barbarians and the forces of Umvarrin. Caulfid’s heroics begin winning him great renown among the kingdoms, while Viniarn is ignored by the men he rescues.

As Viniarn and Caulfid fight evil in their own ways—one for justice, the other for mercy—Umvarrin’s mysterious plan begins to unfold upon Cunavid, thickening the shadows of dread.

Can the two warriors begin to shake Umvarrin’s foundations? Or will they be conquered in body, heart, and mind? For, it is not the enemy in Melhog who is the deadliest of them all.

If you want to sample some of my work, go ahead and click the link below here to read my short story: "Princess Fiorella"

Princess Fiorella.pdf

You can find my social links below! Instagram, Letterboxd and Goodreads.

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