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Wednesday, February 1, 2023

Blog Tour- FOUR FEASTS TILL DARKNESS Series by Christian A. Brown With An Excerpt & #Giveaway!

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the FOUR FEASTS TILL DARKNESS Series by Christian A. Brown Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Books:

Title: FOUR FEASTS TILL DARKNESS Series

Author: Christian A. Brown

Pub. Date: All books available now!

Publisher: Forsythia Press

Formats: Paperback, eBook, Audiobook

Find it: 

Feast of Fates (Four Feasts Till Darkness Book 1): Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/Feast-of-Fates

Feast of Dreams (Four Feasts Till Darkness Book 2): Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/Feast-Of-Dreams

Feast of Chaos (Four Feasts Till Darkness Book 3): Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/Feast-of-Chaos

Feast of Darkness, Part I (Four Feasts Till Darkness Book 4): Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/Feast-of-Darkness-Part-I

Feast of Darkness, Part II (Four Feasts Till Darkness Book 5): Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/Feast-of-Darkness-Part-II

Complete Boxset: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/Four-Feasts-till-Darkness-the-Complete-Series

Read all of the eBooks for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited Membership!

Leap into the mysterious, war-torn realm of Geadhain, where psychic witches clash with technocratic, godlike kings. A Lovecraftian world of steam, sorcery, romance and ancient mystery. The complete, spellbinding Four Feasts till Darkness omnibus, a veritable literary feast spanning five volumes and over 1.1 million words, is now available for your consumption in a single digital package.

Lauded by the critics as "unmissable," "unputdownable," "lavish," and "poetic," Feasts heralds the arrival of a unique new voice in dark fantasy.

"An unmissable dark fantasy romance,"—Kirkus (starred review)

 

Excerpt:

Excerpt (from Feast of Fates)

 

Poor lass. I wonder what the brothers grim have planned for her. All that trouble and all that death, and she is what it amounts to.

            To the right of Morigan, and thinking these dire thoughts, was a brown-haired woman lined by evening shadows: a fellow prisoner on this craft. Akin to the prison marches of old, when slaves were herded into the mines of Menos to toil until they fell, the two of them were cuffed in black manacles with chains that connected their feet to their wrists and their wrists to each other. In the swaying, wind-rapped skycarriage, the heavy iron links beat against their bruised shins and shivered their bones with a song of hopelessness. The two sat hip to hip, though Morigan was mostly slumped on her fellow captive until a sand ago when she had groaned herself awake, out of an abyss of unconsciousness that had surely held her for a day, or longer. With her first gasp of awareness, she cried out for Caenith using her body and mind. But her communication was twice stymied: her mouth muzzled by a cloth gag, and the bees never left her head; they only circled and buzzed. A power was restraining her gift, at least the far reach of it, and her instincts told her that the iron she was bound in had more of a burden than mere weight. Aye, it burned her wrists and ankles coldly, like the bite of frost.

            She could still sense and hear the unseen by touch, however, and the proximity of her fellow captive was enough to catch echoes of what the other thought. This prisoner wasn’t a warm woman; that much Morigan learned in only a short exposure to her. Which was good, figured Morigan, for the soft had no chance of surviving whatever was in store for them. The cool cunning of the Wolf or another boldness reined Morigan, and she counted her enemies. First, the grim men in fitted black clothing that stood steadied by an assassin’s grace in the shaking cabin. Next, the dead man down the bench, who was calmly stitching an overcoat that Morigan vaguely remembered perforating with her dagger. The biggest concern with that adversary was that it didn’t appear that he could be killed, not by any weapon she knew of, aside from magik, perhaps. The nekromancer and that silver-mouthed thing were not in the cabin, though she recalled them well. Calculating the odds of two chained women against seven very dangerous men left Morigan short of a solution.

            Irrespective of her cunning, she would not get far in chains, not without help or an understanding of her fate. Morigan nudged closer to the other prisoner and was given a look of reproach.

            Don’t pull away, and don’t show surprise that I am speaking in your head, whispered Morigan.

            Little perturbed Mouse’s steely demeanor, but the hollow voice, the shout in a mental room of her skull almost had her leaping to the ceiling. She made a small noise of surprise behind her gag, and then shrewdly acted as if she was coughing when attentions snapped upon her. The dead man dropped his coat to the floor and was rubbing her back at once. Mouse made him stop with a glare, and he sheepishly chased down his thread and garment, returning to his task in a speck. When the situation had calmed, and both women were bleakly focused ahead like the preoccupied prisoners they were supposed to be, Morigan whispered again.

            We need to talk, you and I. This is the only way that I think it is safe to do so. As long as we are touching or relatively close, you can hear my words, and I can hear yours. Respond if you understand me.

            Mouse concentrated on what she was to say. Can you…can you hear me? A pause, as the message was relayed—and was that a tinny buzz, wondered Mouse—and then the woman next to her replied.

            Yes. What is your name?

            Mouse entered a short debate about how much to reveal to a woman who apparently could enter her head. Hiding the truth from a seer seemed a pointless endeavor, she decided.

            Mouse. You may call me Mouse. And you, strange witch?

            Along with Mouse’s words, the bees returned with a few droplets of stolen memory nectar. Morigan was silent a spell while she sifted through images of a metal eye; the rank smell of a man’s unwashed sexual sweat; a handsome, dark-haired face hidden in a hood—even with only his thin jaw showing, she knew this man was charismatic—and lastly, a gloomy manor with a rusted playground and scattered cricket set. Feelings of pitiful sadness tainted this final scene, and Morigan was stirred. This Mouse had lost something: her love, her innocence. After requesting that the bees behave in their travels, Morigan sent another thought to Mouse.

            Morigan is my name. Where are they taking us?

            Menos.

            Morigan swallowed her distress. Every speck in this craft took her farther from the Wolf, though she knew in her heart of hearts that he was on the chase. The hope was there; she needed only to fan the flame.

            Why have they taken you? asked Morigan.

            The living one that looks like the dead man beside me, he’s mad as a bull with a hornet up its ass. Master Blackbriar, he is. Sorren by first name. A nekromancer of the sickest kind, which is saying a lot for those folks. He stole, well, paid my employer to own me, and I can only imagine what he will do to you or me after seeing what he has done to others. Stitched a woman—a living woman, ghastly as that sounds—with bags of powder, whistling while he did it. He thinks that I’m someone I am not.

            Again, Morigan saw the dilapidated black manor, its windows frosted with grime. She demanded that the bees stop their foraging. While Morigan’s mind had slipped, Mouse had been repeating a question over and over, wanting it to be heard: Why have they taken you?

            They want something from me, replied Morigan, and delayed before further explaining herself. Yet the same desperate trust that won over Mouse, that sinking reality that there was no one here to help them besides themselves, persuaded Morigan to be honest—within reason.

            I have seen things, she continued. I have information that I think would be of value to those who wanted to abuse it. I should have realized sooner that I was putting myself in danger, but I…well, I was distracted. I propose that what we think of next is our escape.

            Our escape? replied Mouse. This woman was as much guile as she was surprise. Cautious to her core, Mouse didn’t fall into like with people, though she felt a curious tugging of respect toward this daring stranger.

            Yes, our escape, Mouse. For I do not think I could do any of this alone and I don’t need my gifts to tell me that you are as doomed as I.

 

 

About Christian A. Brown:

Bestselling author of the critically acclaimed Feast of Fates, Christian A. Brown received a Kirkus star in 2014 for the first novel in his genre-changing Four Feasts Till Darkness series. He has appeared on Newstalk 1010, AM640, Daytime Rogers, and Get Bold Today with LeGrande Green. He actively writes a blog about his mother’s journey with cancer and on gender issues in the media.

A lover of the weird and wonderful, Brown considers himself an eccentric with a talent for cat-whispering.

Find out more at www.christianadrianbrown.com

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Giveaway Details:

1 winner will receive a a full set FOUR FEASTS TILL DARKNESS Series (all 5 books), paperback, signed giveaway anywhere within the US + Canada.

Ends March 10th, midnight EST.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

2/1/2023

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

2/2/2023

Mythical Books

Guest Post/IG Post

2/3/2023

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

Week Two:

2/6/2023

A Dream Within A Dream

Guest Post

2/7/2023

The Momma Spot

Excerpt

2/8/2023

read dog reviews

IG Spotlight

2/9/2023

Writer of Wrongs

Excerpt

2/10/2023

Sadie's Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post

Week Three:

2/13/2023

Jazzy Book Reviews

Excerpt/IG Post

2/14/2023

Books With A Chance

Excerpt/IG Post

2/15/2023

Review Thick And Thin

Review/IG Post

2/16/2023

@traceyreadsandrambles

IG Review/TikTok Post

2/17/2023

A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic

Week Four:

2/20/2023

@carlysunshinebooks

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic

2/21/2023

Emily Ashlyn

IG Review/Facebook Post

2/22/2023

OneMoreExclamation

Review/IG Post

2/23/2023

The Real World According To Sam

Review/IG Post

2/24/2023

mindyourshelf

IG Review

Week Five:

2/27/2023

GryffindorBookishNerd

IG Review

2/28/2023

Books and Zebras

IG Review

3/1/2023

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

3/2/2023

@froggyreadteach

IG Review

3/3/2023

More Books Please blog

Review


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