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Monday Morsel: Nowhere She Wanted To Go – An Excerpt from ON THE EDGE OF DEATH

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The draft of On the Edge of Death is now with my editor. To keep you amused while it’s going through edits, here’s another snippet from the end of Chapter 1.

Monday Morsel

Almost involuntarily, her eyes turned to the west, following the invisible line connecting her to Ahlleyn. A king’s diplomatic delegation might still gain admittance, though Jerrek’s borders were closed to Ahura’s devotees.

She curled her fingers closed around the hilt of her sword, clenching so tight her knuckles ached until she released her grip finger by finger. Ahlleyn was nowhere she wanted to go, but some things were more important than personal pain.

She would find out what was happening in Jerrek. She would find her parents.

And she would have justice.

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Thanks for dropping by! Don’t forget, this is a fourth draft, and as such won’t be perfect – while the bones of the story are there, enough to give you a glimpse into the tale of these characters, I typically do at least eight drafts so you can expect a lot of polishing to occur between now and release date.

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On the Edge of Death

All the Left Hand of Death wants is something to call her own, but is the price too high?

Ellaeva, the fated avatar of the death goddess, is desperate to track down her missing family but the trail is decades old. Instead, she discovers her battered and bloodied sister priestesses driven across the Jerreki border on pain of death. Ellaeva must turn aside from her personal quest to investigate the murders, only to find her parents have been taken into the heart of the conflict.

Lyram Aharris, favoured son of the royal line of Ahlleyn, is the only living person she trusts to help her infiltrate the enemy stronghold and uproot the horror they find there, but their chequered past threatens the mission. Accompanying him is his crown prince, the one man Lyram wants dead above all others.

Now Ellaeva must face down the darkness in her soul before a dark god is brought into the world.

At the boundary of life and death, all oaths will be tested.

Monday Morsel: Justice Without Mercy – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

Alharne Was Dead

He squared his jaw. ‘What I want, is to ruin the man. I want the world to know what he did to my wife. I want justice.’

He felt her smile that time, even though he couldn’t see her lips. ‘Ahura approves. Justice is the domain of death. Justice, without mercy.’

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Thanks for dropping by! Don’t forget, this is a first draft, and as such won’t be perfect – while the bones of the story are there, enough to give you a glimpse into the tale of these characters, I typically do at least eight drafts so you can expect the final version to bear little resemblance to what I post here.

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More about In the Company of the Dead

Alharne Was Dead

Son of a duke and third in line for the throne, Lyram is exiled to a lonely castle after striking his prince – but when the castle is besieged, he fears the prince means to remove him more permanently.

Hope arrives in the form of the Left Hand of Death, the woman bound to serve the goddess Ahura in battle. But the priestess has not come for the siege – instead she hunts the castle for a hidden necromancer dedicated to the god of decay.

Within his stone prison, Lyram must fight to save himself from both political machinations and clashing gods. But as the siege lengthens, his greatest threat comes from an unexpected quarter.

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Monday Morsel: High Treason – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

When he put his eye back to the tent, Traeburhn lounged in a camp chair in the tent’s centre, and Bradlin stood before him, his head bowed. Lyram’s already scalding anger surged higher, and he clenched his fists in the dirt and gravel beneath his feet. Tiny pebbles dug hard into the flesh of his palms, distracting from the almost irresistible urge to put a blade in Traeburhn’s chest. His breath whistled through clenched teeth. If he started with Traeburhn, then where would it end? With a knife in Drault’s chest, and it was high treason to attack the heir apparent.

He tightened his hand on the knife. Carefully, he inserted the blade back into the canvas and began widening the cut. If he worked too quickly to enlarge the slit enough for him to climb through, the noise would surely alert the occupants, if not any nearby guards.

A hand seized his wrist.

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Thanks for dropping by! Don’t forget, this is a first draft, and as such won’t be perfect – while the bones of the story are there, enough to give you a glimpse into the tale of these characters, I typically do at least eight drafts so you can expect the final version to bear little resemblance to what I post here.

If you like what you read, and are so inclined, show your support by leaving a comment. If you’d like to sample more of my writing, check out the free short stories available on this site. Subscribe to the newsletter to receive my novella, Confronting the Demon, free.

More about In the Company of the Dead

Wrong Way Around

Son of a duke and third in line for the throne, Lyram is exiled to a lonely castle after striking his prince – but when the castle is besieged, he fears the prince means to remove him more permanently.

Hope arrives in the form of the Left Hand of Death, the woman bound to serve the goddess Ahura in battle. But the priestess has not come for the siege – instead she hunts the castle for a hidden necromancer dedicated to the god of decay.

Within his stone prison, Lyram must fight to save himself from both political machinations and clashing gods. But as the siege lengthens, his greatest threat comes from an unexpected quarter.

Don’t forget to share the love and spread the word on Twitter, Facebook or StumbleUpon (or other social networking site of your choice) if you know other people who might also enjoy this.

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Monday Morsel: Alharne Was Dead – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

Alharne Was Dead

A ballroom. A king’s court. No, a gala. And a woman, an ambassador from Tembra, smiling archly at him over a goblet of red wine. Night black hair and eyes as deep and mysterious as a cave pool. Alabaster skin. No name came to him, but he ached for her, ached for the memory of her. The whirl of remembrance lifted him up and spun him forward like a leaf.

Now the woman clasped his hands in hers, staring at him solemnly across the red marriage ribbon twining their entangled fingers. He drank in her gaze, lost himself in her eyes. The swell of sudden emotion left him weak, and his chest choked and constricted almost painfully, robbing him of speech. He clung to her hands, no to her flesh and blood hands here and now in his, like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to his last hope of salvation. The fog lifted from his eyes, allowing him to see the untidiness of his suite before him, and the woman on her knees, at the same time as he saw the memory within his mind.

‘Alharne.’ He squeezed the word from breathless lungs. The memory shattered, and he saw the woman, the woman with the wine, the woman from the wedding, the woman who now knelt before him with tears streaming down her face, sprawled awkwardly in the snow. Sightless eyes stared at a winter sky. Blood slashed crimson against the snow. The tightness in his chest squeezed hard, almost as though the emotion might shatter his ribcage.

Alharne was dead.

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Thanks for dropping by! Don’t forget, this is a first draft, and as such won’t be perfect – while the bones of the story are there, enough to give you a glimpse into the tale of these characters, I typically do at least eight drafts so you can expect the final version to bear little resemblance to what I post here.

If you like what you read, and are so inclined, show your support by leaving a comment. If you’d like to sample more of my writing, read A Magical Melody for free (please vote if you like it) or check out the free short stories available on this site. Subscribe to the newsletter to receive my novella, Confronting the Demon, free.

More about In the Company of the Dead

Alharne Was Dead

Son of a duke and third in line for the throne, Lyram is exiled to a lonely castle after striking his prince – but when the castle is besieged, he fears the prince means to remove him more permanently.

Hope arrives in the form of the Left Hand of Death, the woman bound to serve the goddess Ahura in battle. But the priestess has not come for the siege – instead she hunts the castle for a hidden necromancer dedicated to the god of decay.

Within his stone prison, Lyram must fight to save himself from both political machinations and clashing gods. But as the siege lengthens, his greatest threat comes from an unexpected quarter.

Don’t forget to share the love and spread the word on Twitter, Facebook or StumbleUpon (or other social networking site of your choice) if you know other people who might also enjoy this.

Thanks for stopping by and visiting!

Monday Morsel: The Gown – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

I haven’t posted anything since early April, for which I apologise. It’s been a rather hectic time, with lots of travel for my day job, and not much sleep on the homefront, and it’s been difficult to get to the blog. I can promise though that I have still been writing, and In the Company of the Dead is out with beta readers – I’ve just started getting feedback and so far so good! For now, enjoy this Monday Morsel.

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The maid stepped over to touch Ellaeva’s arm as the door clicked shut behind Everard. ‘Your holiness will require my assistance with the buttons of the gown.’

Unable to avoid it anymore, Ellaeva’s eyes darted to the gown hanging in the lady’s wardrobe. With nothing else to hand, Lady Dulanica generously agreed to loan something appropriate. Everard made the selection, choosing something he said Alharne would have favoured, in black and wine red velvet with silver embroidery. The neckline scooped worryingly low.

‘Yes.’ When the word emerged as a thin whisper, Ellaeva cleared her throat. ‘Yes.’

With numb fingers, she began pulling her robes off.

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Thanks for dropping by! Don’t forget, this is a first draft, and as such won’t be perfect – while the bones of the story are there, enough to give you a glimpse into the tale of these characters, I typically do at least eight drafts so you can expect the final version to bear little resemblance to what I post here.

If you like what you read, and are so inclined, show your support by leaving a comment. If you’d like to sample more of my writing, check out the free short stories available on this site, or subscribe to the newsletter to receive my novella, Confronting the Demon, and short story, A Magical Melody, free.

More about In the Company of the Dead

Everything Dangerous

Son of a duke and third in line for the throne, Lyram is exiled to a lonely castle after striking his prince – but when the castle is besieged, he fears the prince means to remove him more permanently.

Hope arrives in the form of the Left Hand of Death, the woman bound to serve the goddess Ahura in battle. But the priestess has not come for the siege – instead she hunts the castle for a hidden necromancer dedicated to the god of decay.

Within his stone prison, Lyram must fight to save himself from both political machinations and clashing gods. But as the siege lengthens, his greatest threat comes from an unexpected quarter.

Don’t forget to share the love and spread the word on Twitter, Facebook or StumbleUpon (or other social networking site of your choice) if you know other people who might also enjoy this.

Thanks for stopping by and visiting!