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Friday, September 26, 2014

Blog Tour- SALT & STORM by Kendall Kulper and a Giveaway!


Hey y'all! I'm super excited to have Kendra Kulper here here today as a part of the SALT & STORM blog tour! I asked Kendall for a playlist for the book I'll add videos for my favorites and links for the others! I was so happy that she'd share this with us! Make sure to stick around to win a copy of the book!

Haven't heard of SALT & STORM? Check it out!



Title: SALT & STORM
Author: Kendall Kulper
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Pub. Date: September 23, 2014

A sweeping historical romance about a witch who foresees her own murder--and the one boy who can help change her future.

Sixteen-year-old Avery Roe wants only to take her rightful place as the witch of Prince Island, making the charms that keep the island's whalers safe at sea, but her mother has forced her into a magic-free world of proper manners and respectability. When Avery dreams she's to be murdered, she knows time is running out to unlock her magic and save herself.

Avery finds an unexpected ally in a tattooed harpoon boy named Tane--a sailor with magic of his own, who moves Avery in ways she never expected. Becoming a witch might stop her murder and save her island from ruin, but Avery discovers her magic requires a sacrifice she never prepared for.






Now on to the post!
SALT & STORM Playlist


Music was a huge inspiration to me while writing SALT & STORM. Whenever I had trouble capturing the feel of the book, I just turned on my “Island Songs” playlist and let it bring me back to SALT & STORM’s world. Here are a few of my favorite inspiring songs:

So pretty, so haunting, gorgeous instrumentals backing up beautifully stripped-down vocals.

Whirlpool – Sea Wolf
 Sea Wolf was another huge inspiration writing the book. I found them while I was editing SALT & STORM, so they’re forever linked in my head with huge packets of notes and colored pencils. This song tells about a darkness that pulls at the singer as powerfully as a whirlpool and his hopes that one day he’ll emerge a cleaner, better person, but what I really love is how the circular, repeating lyrics evoke the never-ending spinning of a whirlpool.


Dear Avery – The Decemberists
This is the song that helped give Avery, my main character, her name. It’s the song of a parent singing to their child about wanting to always keep them safe, even when they have to head off into danger. Parent-child relationships are a huge part of SALT & STORM, and this song beautifully captures that complexity.
       

This is one of those pretty songs designed to stick in your head from the first time you hear it. It’s a melody as catchy as it is gorgeous, and it has a lovely gloominess to it without being a total downer.

A Girl, a Boy, and a Graveyard – Jeremy Messersmith

This is one of those songs with lyrics that seem tailor-made for Tumblrs (and it has an awesome animated music video to match). It’s also the kind of song I would have adored as a teen.




The Mariner’s Revenge Song – The Decemberists

I could probably make up a whole playlist of songs that inspired SALT & STORM just out of songs by The Decemberists. They’re the closest musical cousins to the feel I got writing the book—historical with a dark twist and a little humor. This song, about a boy confronting the no-good sailor who betrayed his mother while both are inside the belly of a whale, is absurd without being silly (and is really, really fun to sing along to).



When the Ship Comes In – The Decemberists with The Chieftains (OMG Kendall I loveeee The Chieftans!!)

SALT & STORM combines traditional whaling histories with a modern flair, and this fun, jumping song combines traditional Celtic music with The Decemberists’ modern take on pop and rock.




The Violet Hour – The Civil Wars

The Civil Wars are another modern band with roots in history, this time American folk. The Violet Hour doesn’t have any lyrics, but it does have beautiful instrumentals. It was my go-to song to listen to when I needed a sort of mental palate cleanser.




So sweet and so lovely, this is one of my favorite romantic songs for its effortless simplicity. Like the romance in SALT & STORM, it’s a love song that’s more about touch, closeness, and comfort being with the person you love than big, romantic gestures.

Another lovely Sea Wolf track, this time from their new, stripped-down album, Song Spells, No. 1. What I really love about Sea Wolf is how they’re able to take these forms of water—whether whirlpool, rain, or river—and weave them beautifully into moments in a person’s life.


Thanks for stopping by Kendall I loved this!!!!




About Kendall:
Kendall Kulper writes historical fiction with a fantasy twist for teen readers and knows more about nineteenth century whaling than she ever imagined. Her debut YA novel, SALT & STORM will be published by Little, Brown September 23, 2014. She graduated from Harvard University with a degree in history and literature in 2008 and spent several years as a journalist before deciding to write full-time. She grew up in the wilds of New Jersey and now lives in Boston with her husband and chronically-anxious Australian Shepherd mix, Abby.





Giveaway Details:
2 Hardcovers of SALT & STORM US Only








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Tour Schedule:

Week One:
9/15/2014- Novel NoviceInterview
9/15/2014- The Infinite To-Read ShelfReview
9/16/2014- All Things Urban FantasyGuest Post
9/16/2014- No BS Book ReviewsReview
9/17/2014- Such a Novel IdeaInterview
9/17/2014- Katie's Book BlogReview
9/18/2014- IceyBooksInterview
9/18/2014- Reading YA RocksExcerpt
9/19/2014- Wishful EndingsGuest Post
9/19/2014- Casual ReadersReview

Week Two:
9/22/2014- Supernatural Snark- Interview
9/22/2014- About to ReadReview
9/23/2014- The Cover ContessaGuest Post
9/23/2014- Imaginary Reads- Review
9/24/2014- Fire and IceGuest Post
9/24/2014- Once Upon a TwilightReview
9/25/2014- Tales of the Ravenous ReaderInterview
9/25/2014- The Best Books EverReview
9/26/2014- Two Chicks on BooksGuest Post
9/26/2014- Tynga's ReviewsReview







Thursday, September 25, 2014

Cover Reveal- REBELLION by J.A. Souders and a Giveaway!



Today J.A. Souders and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover for REBELLION, book 3 in the Elysium Chronicles releasing in June 9, 2015! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to win the books!




On to the reveal! 





Title: REBELLION
Author: J.A. Souders
Publisher: TOR Teen
Pub. Date: June 9, 2015
Find it: Goodreads



About J.A. Souders 
J.A. SOUDERS is the author of the Elysium Chronicles and lives in the land of sunshine and palm trees with her husband and two children where she spends her time writing about the monsters under the bed, day dreaming about living in an underwater colony, and failing miserably at playing video games.


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1 winner will receive physical copies of RENEGADE AND REVELATIONS plus the eNovellas. And ASK AGAIN LATER by Liz Czukas. If you have J.A.s books already, she will do an amazon or book depository gift card of the same value. International.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Blog Tour- FIRE IN THE WOODS by Jennifer M. Eaton and a Giveaway!


Hey y'all! I think you all know by now Sci-Fi is a favorite genre of mine and I love a good Alien book or TV series. Hello Lux series by Jennifer L. Armentrout, Alienated by Melissa Landers, Roswell, Starcrossed and The Host! And Jennifer M. Eaton's FIRE IN THE WOODS is up there in my favorites you all are going to love David!! So I asked Jennifer for a deleted scene from the book and she was happy to oblige! Ooh and keep reading there's an awesome giveaway at the end! 

Haven't heard of FIRE IN THE WOODS? Check it out!



Title: FIRE IN THE WOODS
Author: Jennifer M. Eaton
Pub. Date: September 23, 2014
Publisher: Month9Books
Pages: 331
Formats: Paperback (release date October 28th), eBook (release date September 23rd)

When a plane crashes in the woods near Jess’s home, the boy of her dreams falls out of the sky—literally. But David’s not here to find a girlfriend. He’s from another planet, and if Jess can’t help him get back to his ship, he’ll be stuck on Earth with nothing to look forward to but the pointy end of a dissection scalpel.

But her father runs their house like an army barracks, and with an alien on the loose, Major Dad isn’t too keen on the idea of Jess going anywhere. Ever. So how the heck is she supposed to help the sweetest, strangest, and cutest guy she’s ever met?

Hiding him in her room probably isn’t the best idea. Especially since her Dad is in charge of the squadron searching for David. That doesn’t mean she won’t do it. It just means she can’t get caught.

Helping David get home while protecting her heart—that’s gonna be the hard part. After all, she can’t really fall for a guy who’s not exactly from here.

As they race through the woods with Major Dad and most of the U.S. military one breath behind them, Jess and David grow closer than either of them anticipated. But all is not what it seems. David has a genocide-sized secret, and one betrayal later, they are both in handcuffs as alien warships are positioning themselves around the globe. Time is ticking down to Armageddon, and Jess must think fast if she’s to save the boy she cares about without sacrificing Earth—and everyone on it.








Now on to the scene!


FIRE IN THE WOODS is written in first person from Jess’s point of view, so it doesn’t surprise me that people would be interested in what David was thinking at different points in the story.

Here is one scene that came to mind: The scene where Jess kisses David. Just what would you think if someone kissed you, if you had no idea what a kiss was?

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“We could have died yesterday. You know that, don’t you?” Her shaking hands and the desperation in her voice cut a hole through my heart.

“But we didn’t. We’re okay.” 

Tears pooled in her lashes. “Are we?”

I pushed down a shiver, the last of the morning chill. “Now that it’s getting warmer, yes, we are.” The sincerity in my words didn’t make it any more true. Not to me, anyway. She was right. We could have died last night. This was all my fault, and she shouldn’t have been involved. 

Her gaze drifted to the endless woods around us. “This is so not how I expected to spend my last week of summer vacation.”

I lowered my eyes, her words cutting me in ways I never would have expected. “You wanted to be with him, didn’t you?”

“Him? Who him?”

“Jared Linden, the boy you were thinking about when we first met.” I touched my cheek. “The boy with this face.”

A giggle burst from her lips. “I don’t know him. He’s an actor. I’ve never even met him. I just think he’s cute.”

“Cute?”

“Yeah, like, attractive, you know?”

A smile burst free, despite my trying to conceal it. “So, you find me attractive?”

“Maybe—when you’re not ripping off your fingers or freezing to death.” 

She shifted her weight. It was more than that. I wasn’t good enough for her. No matter what she’d done to bring us here, she didn’t really care about me. Maybe she wasn’t even capable of it. But it felt like she did, and it was killing me inside. 

I glanced up, and her eyes seemed to look through me, sorting out my inadequacies and lining them up, just like every other girl I’d known. But she stepped closer, placing her fingers on my chest. Closeness, contact—things I wasn’t used to, at least with a girl.
Her eyes bore through me, deeper, searching. What was she looking for? She licked her lips, leaving a glisten behind that reminded me of the sparkle of the moons outside the purple planet in the system we passed through with three suns. Beautiful.

I tensed as she leaned toward me. Confusing, humans. They value closeness, touch, when there is no chance she could… Her mouth covered mine, and my breath hitched. A strange sensation, the touch of another’s lips. Was this… normal?

She moved away, a touch of uncertainty tainting her eyes.

“Why’d you do that?” I asked.

She backed against a tree, holding her stomach. “I’m sorry, I thought you wanted me to.”

“Why would I want that?”

She burst into tears. “I thought you liked me.”

“I do. What’s wrong?” 

Tears flowed from her eyes. She covered her face with her hands. 

“Jess. I’m sorry. Geeze, I don’t even know what I did.”

“I kissed you, and you, you …” She began sobbing again.

“I don’t even know what a kiss is.” I clawed at my temples. “Jess, please, I have no idea what just happened.”

She gulped down a sob. “Didn’t you feel anything? Anything at all?”

Every emotion inside me evaporated. What had I done? This wonderful, sweet girl had done nothing but help me. How had I made her so unhappy?  “Jess, please. I don’t understand. It was nice, I guess—the kiss thing. But it took me by surprise. I didn’t know what to say. I do like you.”

She uncovered her face and wiped her cheek on her sleeve. “You do?”

“Of course. Here …” I leaned down and plastered my lips against hers. I didn’t 
understand, but if this is what she wanted, I’d do it. I owed her that much, no matter how odd it seemed.

She laughed, but for some reason, I didn’t think that was a good thing.

“I’m sorry.” I sat back on the ground, my shoulders slumped. “I’ve never done that before. I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” What an idiot I was. I snatched a rock and chucked it at a tree. Hit it dead on. “I am screwing everything up!”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not screwing everything up.” 

I shook my head. Of course I was. That’s what I did. I screwed things up. Always. That was why I was stuck alone on this planet. 

She shifted her weight. “I can’t believe you’ve never kissed a girl before. I mean—look at you.”

I held out my arms and checked my human exterior. “Is there something wrong with me?”

Jess snorted a laugh. “No, your gorgeou … I mean, I think a lotta girls would be interested in you.”

Little did she know. She must be younger than I thought. 

I tapped my chest. “Remember, this is Jared Linden. This isn’t what I really look like. Besides, girls don’t really care about your appearance where I come from.”

She settled more closely beside me. “No? Then what do they look for?”

“Accomplishment. Someone they can brag about.” I pursed my lips. “I’m the one who downed his plane on a simple communications mission. I’m the complete and utter failure.”

“I don’t think you’re a failure. I mean, you’re nice. You care, and you … I don’t know … you’re brave.”

“Brave? When was I brave?”

“Well, you saved me twice last night. You could have jumped out the window and left me in the hotel, and you could have left me in the car when you broke free. I’d probably be under hot lights being questioned by now.”

“You’d probably have been better off. Instead, you’re out here, hungry and freezing to death.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, and a sweet smile crossed her angelic, human face.
“David, there is nowhere else I want to be. If I wasn’t here last night, you might actually have frozen to death.” 

She moved closer. My instincts screamed to move away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t really want to.

“I owe you a lot, you know.” I shifted my shoulders, uncomfortable so close to a female who wasn’t ordered to stand next to me. I didn’t really understand human ritual, but I liked touching. The warmth was comforting in a way. “If you want, you can do that kiss thing again.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to. I’m sorry I even tried it. I feel like an idiot.”

“Actually I kind of liked it. It was … warm. Nice.”

“You’re all about being warm, aren’t you?” 

“You’d be too if you spent most of your night shaking in a frozen dementia.” I smiled and rubbed my cheek gently against hers. Would she understand what this meant? 
Could she feel my need to be closer to her? “I liked it, Jess. I just didn’t understand what you were doing. My people don’t … kiss.”

She cleared my throat. “Okay. We can try it again.”

I forced down a childlike giggle. She actually wanted to be close to me. How was this possible? I firmed up my lips and pressed them against hers.

She laughed and pushed me away. “Stop.”

“What? Did I do it wrong again?”

Jess held back a laugh, I was sure of it. What did I expect?

“Tell you what,” she said. “Relax. Don’t be so stiff. Concentrate on the way if feels, and when I open my mouth, you open yours. Follow my lead.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened in my entire life. “Umm, okay.”

She licked her lips and eased closer. My lips brushed against hers, and she gently closed her mouth over mine. For a brief second, I forgot who I was, and who she was, and released the part of me I should have concealed. Something about her, the touch, the way she felt, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My lips parted, and she slid her tongue between them. The slight chill was nearly maddening, a sensation so wrong, yet so fulfilling, so right. I slid my hands behind her back and drew her closer. She didn’t push me away. Instead, she slid her palms under my sweatshirt and trailed her fingers down my back. A chill ran up my spine beneath her touch. I drank it in and feared it at the same time. She was cold. Human. Wrong, but so right at the same time. Everything about this embrace was strange, but it still took every ounce of my willpower to pull away. I looked down, struggling for a breath that wouldn’t come.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

I nodded without raising my eyes. “It was nice. Really nice. It’s, well, we’re alone, and it didn’t seem right. You don’t really know me, and that felt kind of … intimate.”

“That’s what a kiss is. It’s intimate.”

For the grace of the Caretakers! She felt it too. Did she want this? With me? “Why would you want to be intimate?”

The sweetness in her eyes dropped to despair

I leaned away. “I said something wrong again, didn’t I?” 

Thanks for stopping by Jennifer I loved this!!!!




About Jennifer:
Corporate Team Leader by day, and Ranting Writer by night. Jennifer M. Eaton calls the East Coast of the USA home, where she lives with her husband, three energetic boys, and a pepped up poodle.
Jennifer hosts an informational blog “A Reference of Writing Rants for Writers (or Learn from My Mistakes)” aimed at helping all writers be the best they can be.

Beyond writing and motivating others, she also enjoys teaching her dog to jump through hoops—literally.
Jennifer’s perfect day includes long hikes in the woods, bicycling, swimming, snorkeling, and snuggling up by the fire with a great book; but her greatest joy is using her over-active imagination constructively… creating new worlds for everyone to enjoy.


Author Links:  Website  | Twitter Facebook | Goodreads


Giveaway Details: 
Giveaway Information:  Winner will be drawn October 25, 2014

One (1) custom made necklace (used as inspiration for the necklace in Fire in the Woods).  Adjustable chain from 10 to 12 inches. T (US ONLY)

Five (5) winners will receive a digital copy of Fire in the Woods by Jennifer M. Eaton (INT)






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Friday, September 19, 2014

Cover Reveal- I HEART ROBOT by Suzanne van Rooyen and a Giveaway!

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Welcome to the Cover Reveal for

I Heart Robot by Suzanne van Rooyen

presented by Month9Books!

Be sure to enter the giveaway found at the end of the post!

I HEART ROBOT Cover Art from Suzanne van Rooyen

I'm not the most artistically inclined. While I do love art and have been known to bust out the pencils and paints myself, it's not an area where I'd consider myself particularly talented. In short, I knew that cover design was something best left to the professional and I had every confidence in Month9Books.

I am so grateful to Georgia McBride for allowing me to have the amount of input I did when it came to cover creation for I Heart Robot. This is a novel that is as much about a civil rights struggle in a futuristic, post-war city as it is about romance, and we wanted a cover that reflected both elements. Finding the right balance between romance and science fiction was a tall order, but Month9Books delivered in spades by presenting me with two stylistically different covers. I loved elements of both, and by working closely with the cover artist and with Georgia we managed to combine all the best parts of both original covers into what we have today: a cover that reflects the gritty world my characters live in while emphasizing the fact that this is above all, a love story.


I Heart Robot
Sixteen-year-old Tyri wants to be a musician and wants to be with someone who won't belittle her musical aspirations.

Q-I-99 aka 'Quinn' lives in a scrap metal sanctuary with other rogue droids. While some use violence to make their voices heard, demanding equal rights for AI enhanced robots, Quinn just wants a moment on stage with his violin to show the humans that androids like him have more to offer than their processing power.

Tyri and Quinn's worlds collide when they're accepted by the Baldur Junior Philharmonic Orchestra. As the rift between robots and humans deepens, Tyri and Quinn's love of music brings them closer together, making Tyri question where her loyalties lie and Quinn question his place in the world. With the city on the brink of civil war, Tyri and Quinn make a shocking discovery that turns their world inside out. Will their passion for music be enough to hold them together while everything else crumbles down around them, or will the truth of who they are tear them apart?
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Title: I Heart Robot
Publication date: March 31, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Suzanne van Rooyen
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SVSuzanne is a tattooed storyteller from South Africa. She currently lives in Finland and finds the cold, dark forests nothing if not inspiring. Although she has a Master’s degree in music, Suzanne prefers conjuring strange worlds and creating quirky characters. When not writing, she teaches dance and music to middle schoolers and entertains her shiba inu, Lego. Suzanne is represented by Jordy Albert of the Booker Albert Agency.
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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Blog Tour- LARK RISING by Sandra Waugh and a Giveaway!


Hey y'all! I'm super excited to have Sandra Waugh here here today as a part of the LARK RISING blog tour! I asked Sandra for a post from Gharain because I love him and she said yes! I was so happy that she'd share this with us! Make sure to stick around to win a copy of the book!

Haven't heard of LARK RISING ? Check it out!



Title: LARK RISING (Guardians of Tarnec #1)
Author: Sandra Waugh
Pub. Date: September 23, 2014
Publisher: Random House Books for Young Readers
Pages: 384
Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Full of romance and nature magic, this debut fantasy is perfect for fans of Shannon Hale, Juliet Marillier, and Kristin Cashore.

“A beautifully realized world, a unique voice, and a compelling, action-packed story. This is a striking debut novel with a lovely folkloric flavor.” —Juliet Marillier, author of Wildwood Dancing

Lark has foreseen two things—she will fall for a young man with sage green eyes, and he will kill her.

Sixteen-year-old Lark Carew is happiest close to home, tending her garden and gathering herbs for medicines. But when her Sight warns her that monsters called Troths will soon invade her village, Lark is summoned on a journey to seek help from the legendary Riders of Tarnec. Little does she suspect that one of the Riders, Gharain, is the very man who has haunted her visions. Or that the people of Tarnec have called her there for another reason: Lark is the Guardian of Life, the first of four Guardians who must awaken their powers to recover four stolen amulets. Together, the amulets—Life, Death, Dark, and Light—keep the world in Balance. To take back the Life amulet, Lark will have to discover her true inner strength and give in to a love that she swears will be her downfall.








Now on to the post!


GHARAIN

The moon was huge. It filled the sky, a burst of silver against the rich blue of midnight. It spilled over the backs of the horses. Maybe it filled them, too, for they raced across the valley with an abandon not witnessed before this night. A stampede, almost, spurned on by some magic of moonlight.

Gharain paid little attention to horse or moon. He fixed a hollow gaze on the path where it wound treacherous and steep between the cracks of granite. Needless vigilance. He knew the path blind, climbed it quickly. He should be more observant of his surroundings, he warned himself, ’twas his watch. But the valley was empty of threat.  The hills of Tarnec were empty of threats.


He was the only threat.

No. No pity, not even a breath, a hint of forgiveness. Never forgiveness. A curse for it! A curse on him. He—a Rider, one of Tarnec’s own.  Brash, yes. Guileless, certainly.  He’d done more ruin with a kiss to make forgiveness impossible. Anger rushed in instead, to surround, expand, charge his footsteps and shimmer in his wake. And yet anger could no more erase regret than self-pity, only mask it somewhat better.  

“Be done with it, man!” Brahnt had finally barked in frustration at Gharain’s temper as they set camp.  Even Wilh had grit his teeth. ’Twas good he’d volunteered then, to walk away, take a final sweep of the hillside where the rocks and crags and boulders were sharp-shadowed under the bright moon. Where it was easy for a Troth to hide between the contrast of silver and black.

Gharain snorted, pushed his hair from his eyes with an impatient flick. There would be no Troths sneaking into Tarnec that night, they all knew it.  They’d killed a slew of them seven nights ago.  It would take time for Troths to regroup, to venture again beyond their filthy little holes in the Myr Mountains.

But neither was that quite true, for since the—  

He swallowed hard. What unbearable word to use: Death? Theft? Murder? 

—Since the imbalance, Troths were slithering out of those holes in numbers now.  They ravaged the settlement at Wardsway. A plea sent by message dove begged the Riders to come. And they had. Not all the Riders, just Brant and Wilh and himself. They’d splattered Troth blood across the growing fields.

He could have done it alone, Gharain thought. Spit each beast on his single sword.  He could have tackled and slain the entire mountain. He had the anger enough for it.

Would it have eased the pain any more? Softened that craving for revenge?  He wiped his brow with a sleeve, climbed on.  He shouldn’t entertain such desperation; he knew it. The ache of revenge marred thought, and reason, maybe it made his senses duller even as he felt stronger for it.

Marc said it: “Easy with yourself.”  Laurent had nodded as if he understood.  But how could they understand?  His fault all of it.  Stupid, ill-got passion, the bitter taste of it left clawing at his throat.  

He’d kissed her. A kiss to that mouth—the mouth that smiled as his queen died, smiled until it was a gaping pit of black madness offering to swallow him whole.

Rage boiled once more at the memory.  Gharain kicked a chip of granite, listened to it skitter, hop and ping its way down the scabs of rock on its way to the valley.

Their blood stank.  Those Troths.  Their blood stank.

The path narrowed. Not a path, really, just a niche between boulders.  The edge of the forest appeared on his left, pines and eucalyptus streaming up.  Camp was not far.  

Though the thought of rest did not soothe.

Trethe had provided sleeping brews for him.  He’d tossed them.  He did not want to rest.

The forest loomed up now, spires of black piercing the sky.  The scent of pine and eucalyptus equally pierced.  Gharain stopped, inhaled deeply for once.  The freshest of smells, pungent and pure.  For a moment they wiped his pain, cleaned him of rage.  The release caught him by surprise.  He stayed where he was, closed his eyes, drew in the scent.

And then something—the strangest of sensations—sparked through him like a tiny lick of flame, hot and quick.  A pull, a yearning.  It caught at his heart, took his breath before he shook it off.

Never. No.

Gharain opened his eyes, thinking then that a flicker on the rock up and beyond where he stood was merely the trick of moonlight. But there it was again. Immediately alert, he crouched between the boulders, held there listening. And then he felt the sound more than he heard it.  For the rocks vibrated, humming against his cheek.

A voice.  Young. Sweet. Female—and at that acknowledgement the Rider’s body shuddered in rejection.  What the words were he could not tell, but they were meant in kindness. It burned to think that. Burned that such strange yearnings preceded this discovery.

Silence followed, and after that a chink against stone, which made him tense.  That was a horse’s hoof, he was certain. If the bearer of this voice had lured a horse, ’twas a violation of the worst kind.

Gharain slid upright slowly, his back hugging the rock.  He looked further along the cliff rim just above his head.  He saw more clearly then and it sunk straight from heart to stomach with sickening pulse.

She waits on the ledge. Tell Gharain she waits on the ledge. That fateful message.  He was being mocked this time.  To happen twice, as if he were that much a fool.

He watched a moment longer. She was different.  It was the moonlight; this one didn’t dazzle in the sun like the Breeder Erema.  She was younger. Simply dressed. A travelling cloak, he saw. And her hair.  Long, and heavy-straight, falling to her hips.  It was brown, a dull gleam in the moonlight, simple too.

What did it matter? Why even bother to attest to these details?  A mockery of repeat, a Breeders’ taunting. And if not that, then she was a horse thief, the very least a trespasser.

We kill trespassers, Gharain thought.  Then: I will kill this trespasser. With pleasure.  

He did not like that this female, this girl, stood so quietly on that spit of rock, that she looked to the moon as if she were speaking thanks to it.  As if she should be grateful to be there when it would be one of her last breaths. It was far too innocent.

Another ploy to fool him, them, to destroy Tarnec. Destroy all.

This is how it begins, he reminded himself. He raced up the path, head low, to creep in quick, to slay this brown-haired girl, swift and with no remorse. Just revenge.

How it begins? Gharain thought, suddenly. Nay. It has already begun.

He put his hand to the hilt of his sword. So then—this is how it ends.


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About Sandra:
Sandra grew up in an old house full of crowded bookshelves, in walking distance of an old library that allowed her to drag home a sack of six books at a time. It goes without saying, then, that she fell in love with the old house in Litchfield County, CT, because of its many bookshelves, and she lives there now with her husband, two sons, and a dog who snores. Loudly.

LARK RISING is her first novel and the first in the GUARDIANS OF TARNEC series. SILVER EVE follows in 2015.


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Tour Schedule:

Tour Schedule:
Week One:
9/15/2014- Mom With A KindleInterview
9/16/2014- The Book LandersReview
9/17/2014- My ParaHangoverReview
9/18/2014- Two Chicks on BooksGuest Post
9/19/2014- Carina's BooksReview

Week Two:
9/22/2014- A Backwards StoryReview
9/23/2014- Word SpelunkingGuest Post
9/24/2014- Literary MeanderingsInterview
9/25/2014- Fall Into BooksInterview
9/26/2014- Magical Urban Fantasy ReadsGuest Post






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