In Kitarra, an old force is escaping and slowly destroying the Kitarrans. Once it is free, the old spirits will die and the magic of the world will unbalance, collapsing into darkness. But the knowledge to stop it has been lost, its secrets buried and stolen. A prophecy speaks of a child who will bring balance…
Published: November 18th, 2019
The last sanarii -
Eva, the
last true sanarii, uses her forbidden magic despite the risks, not realizing
she could irrevocably affect the destinies of Jullayans and Kitarrans alike.
Yet caught in the machinations of the Guardians and their prophecy, can she
protect those she loves from the menace of dark magic threatening not just
Kitarra, but all who value goodness and light?
And her hero
prince -
When Illiah
learned he was not just a hero, he was also the lost prince, he came to court
with one thing in mind: to arm Jullayah against any further attacks from the
monstrous invaders. And in a land where magic is forbidden, he has secrets to
hide. But when he finds himself falling into the secrets of a woman unlike any
other, he must choose to fight for her and risk everything or lose her forever.
EXCERPT
Bandits. The men they had killed could not be bandits. They
had been too crazed, drunk on blood-lust and violence. They had been touched by
magic. But a magic unlike any Eva had known existed.
Eva blinked. She felt unsteady, like she had slipped into a long-forgotten
tale. Her memories twisted awkwardly around what she knew about magic, about
dark magic. She couldn’t remember anything that made sense or connected to the
dead men before her.
The world became instantly upright when she saw Tarek
slumped in a chair, his breathing ragged. She flew to his side, ripping his
shirt to see the extent of his wound. His head was red with blood from the
contusion he had suffered, but worse was the gash in his stomach. Blood bubbled
out of his mouth indicating that he was bleeding internally. A mortal wound.
“Eva. No, you can’t,” Tarek said in a weak, wet voice,
correctly reading the determined look in her eye. “Your secret -”
“Secret be damned, I will not let my friend die!” Eva said,
putting her hands on his skin, the blood on her hands mixing with his. She
hadn’t been able to help the king, but, by the Guardians, she was going to save
Tarek. She reached for her sanarii magic, for the river within her, within
every living creature, and touched it, drawing its strength, pouring it into
her friend, mending his hurts, knitting his skin together, healing the bruised
flesh. Tarek was a strong man. He did not scream, even when the pain of Eva’s
healing magic on top of his wounds must’ve been almost unbearable.
“Eva,” Mahone’s voice was loud in her ear. Her eyesight
blurred. She could no longer feel Tarek’s body beneath her hands. Her
connection to her magic was weakening. The simul rami was leaving her. She
could feel the precipice beside her that warned she had almost gone too far.
She couldn’t focus her eyes or her mind. She sank into darkness, unable to
contemplate the consequences of what she had just done.
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About the author:
What is there to know about me?
I am a writer and artist. Stories and characters live inside my head. Always have, probably always will. So I write them down. Sometimes I draw them.
I love stories about heroes and heroines. As a child it was King Arthur, Joan of Arc, and Sherlock Holmes. Now it is Thor, Hermione Granger, and Sherlock Holmes ;)
I love trees. There is something about a tree that just breathes peace into my heart.
I grow roses. Heed the woman who grows roses, for she is not afraid of being scratched and torn.
I will always point out ravens and the moon. Just in case you missed them.
Elevenses is my favorite meal.
I live in my own bit of forest with my darling husband, our two sons, a lovely pup named Elle, a black cat named Minka, an alpaca, two big goats, and three chickens.
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2 comments:
Thank you for the intro to Andrea Gibb and her work. I look forward to amny more of her books.
Great cover! And I love forbidden magic themes in stories.
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