Welcome to the Monday Morsel feature, where I share short excerpts from the first draft of whatever I’m working on – currently my adult epic fantasy, In the Company of the Dead.
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Ellaeva nudged Lyram. ‘Move over.’
Awkwardly, he shuffled to the middle of the seat to allow her to climb over him and the reins clutched in his fist. Her shirt gaped as she bent towards him to hang on to the wagon seat for balance, and he closed his eyes against the sight of her rounded breasts.
I am going to hell.
She made it to the left side of the seat and swung out from the edge of the wagon. Her blade sliced a glittering arc through the night, and the rider cut away hard. He dropped back, and Lyram risked a glance over his shoulder.
The rider was trying to climb onto the back of the wagon.
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More about In the Company of the Dead
Lyram already crossed a prince – now he finds himself on the brink of crossing a god.
Son of a duke and second in line for the throne, Lyram is exiled to a lonely castle after assaulting the crown prince. When a hostile army arrives to besiege the castle, he believes the prince wants him removed – permanently.
As though answering their prayers, the Battle Priestess of the death goddess arrives. But she has not come to break the siege. Instead, she is in pursuit of a necromancer of the evil god of decay. When misfortune after misfortune befalls the beleaguered defenders, Lyram realises the necromancer is hidden within the walls, sabotaging the very defence.
Against the backdrop of clashing gods, Lyram must fight to save himself from the political machinations of his prince, and the dread plans of a necromancer. But as the siege lengthens, he realises the greatest threat may come from another quarter — a woman sworn body and soul to a god tempts him to pay a terrible price.
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