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Epic Fantasy Spotlight: Path of a Novice: The Silvan Book I by R.K. Lander @rklwrites


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Epic Fantasy


path of a novice

Centuries ago, the powerful Alpine lords colonised the Great Forest. The native Silvan elves were accepting at first, but one elf’s lust for power is threatening peace and driving a wedge between the two, immortal races. Leaders against followers, commanders against warriors.

Fel’annár is an orphan with a million questions and no answers – his Silvan mother died and no one speaks of his Alpine father. With the face of an Alpine and the heart of a Silvan, the boy steps into this conflicted world with nothing in his pocket but a dream: to be a Silvan captain in an army commanded by Alpines, an army desperately struggling to hold its borders.

Fel’annár’s path as a novice warrior will teach him more than warfare. Embarking on a journey of self-discovery, he must learn to deal with his personal conflicts and with an emerging power he is yet to understand.

From recruit to novice warrior and beyond, Fel’annár is the Silvan that could change the balance of power and alter his world forever.

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Excerpt:

It was Captain Turion who first spotted Fel’annár, who knelt upon the ground beside the burnt cottages some distance away.

“Lainon, gather the warriors and arrange first aid. Once that is done, help them,” he said softly, his eyes moving from one Silvan villager to the next, schooling himself as best he could for their eyes told stories of pain and loss, of grief so deep it hurt the soul—how many times had he seen this, he asked himself. It was the reason he had once refused to become a captain, so that he would not have to witness this suffering any more.

With a final nod at Lainon, he walked to Fel’annár, who remained upon the slick ground, the damp, bloody mud seeping through his leggings, his own blood running down his arm.

He held a small bundle, clasped tightly to his chest—a babe realised Turion in dawning grief.

Soft wisps of silken hair tickled his neck and Fel’annár’s bandaged hand moved up to smooth it down; his eyes though, did not dare to look for although he knew what it was he protected in the safety of his strong arms, his mind did not want to accept it, for to do so would surely be the end of his own, lingering innocence.

“What have you there, Fel’annár?” came a soft voice behind him. “Will you show me?” he asked once more; kindly spoken words meant to calm and to soothe, a father to his son, a captain to his novice.

Fel’annár did look down then, to the weight in his arms, to the harsh, tragic reality of war. A tiny, pink ear, so pointed, so perfect, peaked out from the downy locks of chestnut silk and his thumb caressed it lovingly. He pulled it to his chest once more, but it was useless, for the warmth had gone.

Turion sat beside him, his eyes turning to Fel’annár, who stared blankly off into the distance, the tears in his eyes making his green eyes look like polished glass.

“His light has gone, child. His mother too, has perished.”

Why?” came the soft whisper, as if he spoke to the wind but his face changed not.

“That is the question, is it not? You ask yourself how this could ever be allowed to happen. Why the enemy should benefit from taking a life such as his—what is the purpose?”

Turion paused for a moment, drawing a long breath before continuing. “The answer is as plain as it is simple, Fel’annár. That babe was no warrior, but he was a weapon, the most horrific and ruthless weapon, for with his death the enemy weaves its madness amongst us; it debilitates us, takes from us not the blood from our bodies but that of the soul—where true agony resides. It takes from us all the good feelings and emotions and leaves us empty and wrathful, vulnerable to their wiles. It is a most powerful weapon they wield upon us—this, is the true battle—the one I told you would not be easy, the one not all of us can wage. Do you understand me now?” he asked kindly, his eyes overly bright.



 


About the Author:

r k lander

I write epic fantasy for young adults and adults alike. I love battles, warriors, great adventures -elves, monsters and generally weird things, but above all, I love a good story.
My first project is Path of a Novice, a coming-of-age tale revolving around the character of Fel’annár, Green Sun. The second book in the trilogy, Road of a Warrior, is approaching the editing stage and a projected third book should see the light in 2018.

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Paranormal Romance Feature: Restless Spirits by Kathy Bryson @kathybryson2


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Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance


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Paranormal Finalist in Colorado Romance Writer’s 2015 Award of Excellence Contest

Marilee Harper is desperate to find another job after she accidentally set fire to the home of the richest woman in town. Converting an old hospital into a bed and breakfast seems like a golden opportunity. But faucets and lights turn themselves off and on, and old baseballs fly without help. Stressed and aggravated, Marilee wants nothing more than to redeem herself, even if it means hands off her sympathetic boss!

John Smith has every confidence in the bossy, strong woman he hired to launch his bed & breakfast. She handled difficult customers at the bank and now she’s handling electricity and plumbing and whatever unseen force keeps throwing baseballs. Who can blame him if he starts to admire the woman in more than strictly professional terms? But when the angry, treacherous King of the Fairies shows up, can Marilee become his champion?

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Excerpt:

A shadow darted across the door and as I watched, one of the battered balls from the porch rolled across the entry.

The nervous woman made an odd choking sound, somewhere between a squeak and a gasp. “I can’t stay.” She looked at me almost pleadingly. “All the knocking and things moving. The lights and the faucets and everything. I can’t take it.”

“Well, of course not,” I told her. “And you shouldn’t have to. I told you, outside!” And I pointed a fierce finger at the presumptuous baseball.

The ball wavered a moment, rolling back and forth, then, picking up speed, it rolled swiftly inside, darting into the parlor as Thumbs lunged for it. I could hear cries of “What the . . .?” and “Hey!” but my attention was riveted to the front door as dozens of other balls followed the first daring sphere.

The nervous woman’s gasp became a high-pitched whistle and she went a funny shade of pale, white with red splotches across her cheeks. Grabbing her bag, she ran down the hall, directly into the path of a pitch that came winging through the open door at eye level.

Without thinking, I stepped out and snagged the ball before it connected. The woman ducked underneath my outstretched arm and ran screaming out into the rain.


About the Author:

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Kathy Bryson knew she wanted to be a writer when she finished reading through her school and local children’s libraries. She honed her writing skills on marketing brochures, websites, and several unfinished manuscripts before going into teaching. Now she happily skews convention while finishing award-winning books and catering to the whims of spoiled cats.

Those awards?
Feeling Lucky
– 2014 First Coast Romance Writers National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award
– Finalist for the EPIC 2015 eBook Awards
– Finalist Chanticleer Chatelaine 2014.

Restless Spirits
– Finalist in Colorado Romance Writer’s 2015 Award of Excellence Contest.

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Fantasy Book Spotlight: To Raise a King by Justin Orton @jaortonwriter


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Fantasy


to raise a king

The Broken Crown Book 1

When Matt escapes a Scottish boys’ home to search for his parents, he instead finds himself fleeing for his life. Cast back in time to the brutality of 6th-century Scotland, he is sent on a dangerous quest – a race to recover the missing fragments of a broken crown and save two worlds from certain destruction.

Love, betrayal and murder follow Matt as he struggles against a backdrop of powerful magic and political tension that soon erupts into open war. Matt’s faith in himself, and his trust in his newfound friends will be put to the ultimate test as he fights to Raise a King.

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Excerpt:

Something ran multi-legged across his hand and he slapped at it, dancing to his feet, and frantically brushing his clothes.
“Screw this…!” he fought the urge to run blindly into the trees. Then, in the distance, faint despite the silence of the night, came the wail of a siren.
Mia barked and Matt turned to face the sound trying to pinpoint its location before it faded away. “C’mon girl!” Matt pulled his bag from the ground, shook it furiously then slung it across his back as he headed toward the distant sound.
Low-hanging branches whipped at his face and brambles snagged and clutched at his jeans, threatening to trip him as he blundered through the forest. If it wasn’t for Mia he would have become hopelessly entangled in the dense undergrowth, but she seemed to find the clearest path with ease. Twice he had to call for her to wait while he clambered over fallen trees that she had easily wormed her way under, but now she led him past the last spindly saplings and through the bracken and nettles that marked the forest edge.
“Hell yeah! We made it, Mia!”
He watched the faint lights of a distant car and prepared to head off down the grassy slope when something flickered at the edge of his vision. Something felt wrong. His skin prickled.
Relax…it’s nothing…
Matt took a hesitant step backward.
Someone’s watching me…
Beside him Mia tensed and he heard a low growl as she bared her teeth.
Oh crap. She feels it too!
Matt raised his fists and stared intently back toward the tree line.
There! Oh my God—
A shadow, darker than all the others, drifted off to his right, vanishing behind a bush.
“Who’s out there?”
Too afraid to move he continued to wait, and then a soft silver light bathed the scene before him as the moon shone through a break in the clouds. What he had taken in the darkness to be a bush was not a bush—it was a stone, a standing stone. There were several of them, each taller than he, and they formed a rough circle, their tops seeming to lean in toward him, their moon-cast shadows reaching out toward him.
“Mia! Let’s go!”
He turned to run but a faceless figure loomed before him. Matt caught the silver flicker of moonlight on the blade of a knife and screamed.


About the Author:

justin orton

I spend most days delving into the world of computer code and unraveling programming mysteries for many major corporations, but my true passion is fictional writing.
My work is always supervised by Oliver (my cat), who’s four-legged contributions can often be found in both my coding and writing (all spelnig errors r stritcly his!).
I was born and raised in England, but now live with my beautiful wife Lisa in Florida (famous for its theme parks, beaches, the occasional hurricane, and a certain mouse).

My hobbies include: reading, movies, history, travel (I want to see mountains again Gandalf – mountains!), and exploring the latest gadgets and gizmos.

I’m rather fond of single malt scotch and it’s not uncommon to find me of an evening, sipping on a fine dram, while pondering how to get a character out of the very awkward situation I recently put them in!

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Horror Book Spotlight: Gretel by Christopher Coleman @c2coleman


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Dark Fantasy, Horror


gretel by christopher coleman

“One of the best collections of strong female characters that I’ve seen in a long time.”–Errant Dreams

Alone. Frightened. Captive. If you hear someone approaching, RUN. She is not there to help you.

There is an ancient evil in the Back Country, dormant for centuries but now hungry and lurking. When it sets its sights on an unsuspecting mother one routine morning along an isolated stretch of highway, a quiet farming family is suddenly thrust into a world of unspeakable terror, and a young girl must learn to be a hero.

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Excerpt:

She’d never gotten used to the taste.  Even with the life and strength that teemed in every molecule, the russet fluid always went down heavy and crude.  Like swallowing a fistful of thin mud that had been lifted from the bottom of a river.

There was a time in the early years of her life—this second life—when she was forced to mix the liquid with soup or tea, or to stir it into the batter of the sweet confections and pies that even today she took pleasure in baking.  She had experimented relentlessly with temperatures and combinations—using ingredients she wouldn’t have otherwise fed to a cockroach—hoping to create a formula that, if not tasty, was at least palatable enough to override the involuntary rejection by her mouth and throat.

But she’d had little success, and soon began believing the more she tampered with and diluted the delicate recipe, the more the regenerative effects were diminished.  Her nails and hair didn’t seem to grow quite as quickly, and her teeth, though they were restored, felt as if they had just a bit less length and severity.

Of course, it was plausible she was entirely wrong about the effects of the tampering, and she accepted the possibility that her observations were paranoid inventions of an overprotective mind.  But she also wasn’t taking any chances, and over time she had trained herself to drink the mixture straight.  After all, it took mere seconds for the solution to make it over her taste buds and down to her belly.  After that, it was ecstasy.


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About the Author:

Christopher Coleman lives in Maryland with his wife and two children. He received his degree in English Literature from the University of Maryland and has been writing professionally for over five years.

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Steampunk Mystery Book Feature: Whispers of Bedlam Asylum by Mark C. King @MarkCKingAuthor


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Thriller, Mystery, Steampunk


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Even the splendor of Victorian Age London was not without its faults. In its heart is one of the darkest places in human history, Bedlam Asylum. The whispered rumours of brutality, fear, and hopelessness turn out to be only the beginning of its cruelty.

One man is trying to protect his family by uncovering the worst of Bedlam’s hidden secrets. One woman is following in her late husband’s footsteps to try and help those that can’t help themselves.

They will both find that looking for evil does not necessarily make one prepared to find it.

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Excerpt:

Even the splendor of Victorian Age London was not without its faults. In its heart is one of the darkest places in human history, Bedlam Asylum. The whispered rumours of brutality, fear, and hopelessness turn out to be only the beginning of its cruelty.

One man is trying to protect his family by uncovering the worst of Bedlam’s hidden secrets. One woman is following in her late husband’s footsteps to try and help those that can’t help themselves.

They will both find that looking for evil does not necessarily make one prepared to find it.


About the Author:

mark-c-king

Mark King is an easy-going writer with a talent for finding enjoyment in most any situation. He’s a lifelong reader whose literary interests include science fiction, adventure, thriller, and mysteries. He grew up in California but now lives in upstate New York with his wife. When not working or writing, he can be found watching movies, kayaking, associating with friends, and of course reading. Mark is happy to have been recently accepted as a Goodreads author!

Visit Official Website at: www.MarkCKing.com