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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Excerpt Brothers of Blood (Fall of the King #2) by James Fuller

Release date: "Middle" of June


Everything changes when Meath finds himself in the magically veiled village of Salvas. News of the death of his friends leaves him teetering on the verge of emotional ruin and bitter loathing. Yet an enthralling new life connected to his past presents itself within the quintessence that is Salvas.

The true nature of the false prince is revealed, bringing on a whole new

light to the devastation Draco Kingdom faces. Meath sets himself to the task of avenging his broken life the only way he can, kill Astaroth…

Captured Zehava, Dahak, Nicolette and Shania struggle to stay alive when they find themselves now slaves. Zehava and Dahak are thrown into the Pit where blood and coin come at the forfeit of life. In a desperate attempt to keep their group together they must turn off their humanity to keep the identity of Draco’s heir hidden and safe while they plot a daunting escape.

EXCERPT: Meath and Kara

Meath stood back and watched the vibrant mystical life energies flow from the earth up into the awaiting tattooed palms that beckoned it. The abilities of a druid were a mystery to Meath, yet since meeting Kara had fascinated him. Within moments, enough energy had been drawn for the spell that was about to be summoned against the quad of spread out targets. With little to no thought, the energy was released. An intense percussion of air erupted from the outstretched hands and a large spray of dirt and four stumps were all that remained.

“That was impressive; maybe it should be you training to fight Astaroth instead of me.” Meath joked as he walked towards the red haired druid.

Kara spun around completely off guard. “Meath!” She gasped. “I did not know anyone was around.”

“I was just getting some air before going to see Titus this morning. I did not know you would be here.” He explained. “What are you training for?”

Kara turned back to the defeated targets, her eyes growing hard. “When we were bringing you here and were attacked by barbarians. Compared to you and Daden, I was the weak link and I realized I had much to learn in ways to use my Gift against many opponents. I am a druid and I require more time to summon the energy for my spells, there for I need to learn to make each spell count. I have never really trained much in way of using my powers to fight at such a level. The training I did learn is nothing compared to the reality of what can really happen in a battle.”

“What did you do to take those targets down like that?” Meath asked. “Normal air would not have done that too them.”

Kara smiled and reached down into a leather pouch at her side and pulled a handful of small jagged rocks. “This way I will always have them and do not have to search.”

“Wise.” Meath smiled back looking at the strange tattoo that lined her palm. “I never asked before but where did you get that design on your hand?”

Kara showed him the intricate tribal designs that marked her hands. “I was given them here because I showed great promise as a druid. They help me draw energy quicker and strengthen me tenfold.”

Meath examined the black tattoos keenly. “I do not understand how they help you. Is there some spell within the patterns themselves?”

Kara laughed. “Yes in a sense there is.” She paused. “What do you know about where the Gift came from?”

Meath smiled. “More now than I ever did before. I know it came from the blood of dragons. I also know Thane was the first to have the Gift.” Meath knew much more but did not know if what Stefan had told him would get the druid in any trouble and he was not about to risk it.

“Good, I am glad Lady Zada changed her mind and decided to educate you on such things.” Slowly Kara began drawing energies from the earth below her. “Druids can be those who were not born with the Gift yet had a parent who was.” Kara stopped the flow of life energies and turned her hand outwards, another target rose from the turned earth.

“How does that work then?”

“When a child of a parent who is gifted is born without the Gift the abilities are dormant within that child’s blood. But that does not mean those powers cannot be stimulated to work with the aid of dragons blood.” The remaining energy within Kara’s hand she released a bolt of power that arced into the target and exploded into an array of rubble.

“There are no dragons left, how would you get the aid of their blood?” Meath asked hardly noticing the druids display. “Unless Thane preserved some of the dragon’s blood.” Meath muttered as he looked at Kara, her eyes were wide with surprise. “What is it Kara?” Meath followed her gaze down and saw the thick blood oozing from beneath her hands, quickly staining her tanned shirt. “Kara what happened?” Meath stammered.

“I...I do not know...” Kara whispered back as her knees gave out, but Meath was quick to catch her and gently laid her down on the soft grass.

Meath slowly pulled her hands away from the gaping wound and more blood escaped from lack of pressure. It was bad; the wound was deep and shared characteristics of a stab wound. Meath had seen enough of them to know this would be fatal if something was not done quickly. But what had caused it? Meath looked back at the earthy mound she had destroyed. It was possible something had flown back and hit her. “I have to look within the wound Kara, there must be a piece of rock inside. I have to get it out before anything else can be done.” Her eyes were glazed with agony as she fought back tears. “It is going to be okay Kara, I promise you! Just stay calm. This is going to hurt but I need you not move, I will be as quickly as possible.” She nodded weakly to him and he grimaced as he pushed his fingers into the puncture. She cried out in anguish as his fingers probed around inside her searching for the source of the wound. Her limbs and body thrashed in jagged convulsions and her complexion paled. Soon Meath’s fingers found what he was looking for and he pulled out a shard of ice.

“It is out Kara, I got it!” Meath exclaimed. “Quickly draw energy from the earth and heal yourself before it is too late!”

“I cannot...” Kara coughed, blood splattering her chin. “I cannot... focus...” Her head began to loll as her strength dwindled.

“You have to!” Meath cried down to her. “You have to Kara, it needs to be healed!”

“Meath...” she sputtered more blood escaping her lips. “...help me...” Her eyes slowly drifted back.

“No!” Meath cried.

Book #1

 An epic journey of deceit, betrayal, magic and a treasonous love sets sail as Meath, a young apprentice to the formidable wizard, Ursa, escapes certain death while a freshly united Kingdom is held captive by a false Prince. In hope of relaying the truth of the usurper who now threatens the throne, Meath embarks on a dangerous journey with the true heiress, Nicolette, in an attempt to reach her Uncle before they too are entangled in the lie that has wound itself deep into the lands. Amidst the soldiers dispatched to return the princess and capture Meath and his friends, they must avoid the barbarian clans who have begun a savage war on the Kingdom of Draco; evading what seems like fate has become a perilous game they may not be able to win…

 About the author:
James Fuller has enjoyed the fine art of writing for many years now, he‘s been busy with many on the go book projects lately as he‘s extended his writing from fantasy fiction to also writing a short story anthology as well as an up and coming zombie apocalypse. His popularity has grown not only locally but online through Facebook where he runs his author’s page which is constantly growing as he hosts contests and give-aways daily.

James has an absolute passion for his characters and unique twisted plots with his detailed writing skills that really brings his books to life and makes his characters and their journeys so favourable. As an author he also goes above and beyond when it comes to writing battle scenes, the intricate design and explanations of fighting, not only in swordplay but also in tactics is one of James incredible expertise in which he delights in.

When James isn’t on his computer writing the third instalment of the Fall Of A King series “The Bastard King: Birthright“, he enjoys recreational activities such a camping, fishing, hiking, and archery. Along with being an adventurous outdoors man James also spends many of his hours in a day as a devoted husband and father.

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