Mark McClain Wilson has narrated 7 audiobooks on Listento.it by 1 author, with an average listener rating of 4.7★ across 8 ratings. The most-rated is Jaunten.

I'm the first Mage born in 200 years. I've turned a city into an island, erected a barrier around an entire country, and awakened a war hero from a 200 year old slumber. Prophecies have marked my coming. Kings and nations have begged for my aid in times of peril. I hold the power to create and destroy nations. My name is Rhebengarthen. To my friends and family, I'm just Garth. The world knows me as the Advent Mage. And despite the rumors that you might have heard about me, this is what really happened.
©2011 Honor Raconteur (P)2014 Raconteur House

This is the final book of the Advent Mage Cycle. Here is the conclusion to Garth's amazing story.
©2012 Alisha Yockey (P)2015 Alisha Yockey

"Good work, Balancer." I frowned at the title. "All I did was transport her here, Raile." "Yes, so you did," he agreed in a tone that clearly didn’t agree with me at all. "Perhaps you don’t consciously realize this, Garth, but its little things like this that are restoring balance to Chahir. No task can be done in just one stroke of effort; it takes many strokes, and much sustained effort." He’s right. I started reviewing all of the things I had done over the past two years, memories flicking through my head almost too fast to follow. Each choice led to another; my choice to leave my home in Tobadorage and seek refuge in Hain led directly to my actions now, bringing a Queen into exile. And each choice, each action on my part, had started the chain reaction that was bringing magic back into Chahir.
©2012 Alisha Yockey (P)2014 Alisha Yockey

Once upon a time, there was a dragon... Take one newly trained Fire Mage. Make him the first (sane) Fire Mage that's been born in the past two hundred years. Have him leave home and venture into the Empire of Sol. Add one powerful, curious, fire-eating dragon. Fire Mage Haikrysen never imagined that he would be adopted out of the blue by a dragon. But then, he never thought he'd find a permanent home in the northern section of Sol, working as a firefighter either. Still, he likes his new home and adores his dragon companion - even if she does hoard jewelry and eats whole sheep for breakfast. But his peaceful days end abruptly when an arsonist starts torching the eastern section of the empire, his attacks becoming progressively bigger and faster. It's beginning to look like he's another insane Fire Mage on the loose. Krys, Kaya, and his partner Mari are sent to investigate, but they have no idea what the aim of the arsonist is, and very little knowledge of the man. Desperate, the three of them race against time to catch the madman before he burns a path across the whole empire, and everyone in it. Dragon's Mage by Honor Raconteur, set in the Advent Mage world, features the returning character of Haikrysen, the first real Fire Mage of his generation.
©2013 Honor Raconteur (P)2015 Honor Raconteur

"That boy thinks the world of you," Xiaolang murmured. "And..." he visibly hesitated, slanting a questioning look at me from the corner of his eye. "And...?" I encouraged him. Xiaolang rarely hesitates in his speech. When he wanted to say something, he said it. "He'll be very important in the future," Xiaolang murmured. "I'm not sure how to put this..." He paused, mouth rummaging for words. "Something will change very soon, Garth. Someone will be discovered who will change everything. When that happens, you need to trust Trev'nor like he trusts you. Much will be lost otherwise." I looked, really looked at Trev'nor. Trev'nor has always been special, a child prodigy in a life that had no child prodigies. My head was swimming with questions after Xiaolang's revelation. Who was the boy we were to rescue, and why was Trev'nor so important for that boy?
©2011 Honor Raconteur (P)2014 Alisha Yockey

“What does Baros say?” Amalah asked in a hushed tone. “He’s asking for my help.” Amalah’s dark brows shot straight into her hairline. “Your help? You’re wanted by the entire Sovran. How can you possibly help him?”
“He says here that he’s wrangled a full pardon for me so that I can enter, but he needs my help.” Darius stared down at the letter blindly, as everything he had heard in the past year coalesced into patterns all at once. “Amalah. I told you that because Niotan wrested free of the Sovran, avoided being conquered, that Baros would lose control slowly of the other countries.”
“Yes, so you did. Is that happening now? Is that what he wants you to stop?”
“No. Something worse than that. I should have anticipated this, but...” He swallowed the words down because in truth, he had actively not thought about war much in the past year. “The Roran barbarians were the first to break free of the Sovran after last year. And now it seems they’ve pulled together, at least most of the clans, perhaps all, and they’re threatening the northern countries. Baros has battled them to a standstill for now, but he can’t find a way to force them back into their territories. If he doesn’t do it soon, then they’ll overrun him. They’ll overrun the Sovran.”
©2018 Honor Raconteur (P)2019 Honor Raconteur

He had known this day would come. No man could escape the entire might of the Sovran forever. He just found it humorous that it was an enemy of the Sovran that had caught him instead. Bound, kneeling before a queen whom he had hounded for a straight year, he should have been anxious. Or at least a little worried. Instead, a strange sense of relief filled him. It was over. His mad escape from Brindisi's justice was over. "That is a very calm expression on your face, General Darius Bresalier," she observed. Her tone was idle, but her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. "Are you not worried?" "I knew what the punishment would be, Your Most High Majesty," he answered respectfully. "I have had a year to resign myself to my fate. I cannot complain." She gave a low, musical hum of approval. "Well said. I have heard many reports on what you did but never once did I believe I could have the full tale." She leaned forward, causing the silk pillows behind her to slide in every direction. "Kingslayer, tell me. Why did you kill your king?"
©2013 Honor Raconteur (P)2013 Alisha Yockey