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Monday Morsel: Must Be Another Way – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

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‘Are you sure about this?’ Everard hovered behind the castellan’s wife’s maid, anxiety warring with dignity in his stiff posture.

The maid shot him an annoyed look as he bumped the table, jostling the collection of pots of paints and rouges. When Everard retreated, she put the brush in her hand delicately to Ellaeva’s cheekbones.

‘No.’ Ellaeva worked her jaw to moisten her dry mouth. ‘No, not at all.’

‘Could your holiness close your eyes?’ The maid’s soft voice was deferential as she laid down the brush. Examining the portrait propped on the table, she selected another, smaller brush.

Ellaeva closed her eyes, and a moment later the rabbit’s fur brush flickered over her eyelids.

‘There must be another way.’ Anxiety threaded through Everard’s voice.

Ellaeva’s heart fluttered in response, but she held herself steady under the ministrations of the maid. ‘We’re out of time.’

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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.

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What Price A lie

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: Her Betrayed Goddess – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

Ellaeva sat in the withdrawing room, contemplating a decanter of wine weighing down one corner of the map. The thud of Galdron’s receding boots still echoed around the small room. The room’s shadows deepened as the sun sank toward the west, and the chair held her close, like a nest cradling a baby bird, or a man comforting his lover.

The wine reflected a deep ruby red in the dying light. The colour captivated her, called to her, like a siren on the rocks beckoning a sailor, with a forked tongue promising impermanent oblivion.

For tomorrow she would arise and remember; deep below the castle, the enemy sappers still tunnelled.

The sally had failed, the explosives planted in the wrong place, or not deep enough. Men had died for no gain.

If she succumbed to the lure of the wine, tonight would be painless, but tomorrow held no change, except she would be an oathbreaker to boot, and one who might need to call on the forbearance of her betrayed goddess.

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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

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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: No Stopping Him – An Excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

What Price A lie

Ellaeva’s boot caught on the edge of a rug, and she almost fell. Lyram didn’t falter, only swung the blade again, the air humming with its passage. Ellaeva threw herself to the ground. Her hair fluttered as the sword whistled over her head.

She hit the ground hard enough to drive the breath from her lungs. Gasping, she rolled, and scrambled to her feet, sword still clutched in one hand. She held back, not wanting to hurt Lyram, and almost gotten herself killed. If she threw all her skill into the fight, she might survive; Lyram probably wouldn’t.

She took one last look at him bearing down on her. There was no stopping him.

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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

What Price A lie

Lyram already crossed a prince – now he finds himself on the brink of crossing a god.

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!

STALKING THE DEMON on Story Cartel FREE – Available Now! Plus Monday Morsel

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Now for our regularly scheduled Monday Morsel feature….

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Lyram sat in an armchair, his face slack beneath a beard grown unkempt from neglect. His hands lay open in his lap, and his blue eyes, normally so piercing, stared into the distance. The clan sword, rarely out of his reach, was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as though a vacant body occupied the space where once the energetic commander of Caisteal Aingeal had sat.

The sight shot a hot barb into Ellaeva’s heart, where it lodged with exquisite anguish. Without volition, she brought her hands to her open mouth at the sight. ‘Ahura curse me… Lyram, oh Lyram…’

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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

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Lyram already crossed a prince – now he finds himself on the brink of crossing a god.

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!

Come, the Dark – Blog Tour, Giveaway and Excerpt

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Come, the Dark, Book 2 of the Forever Girl Series

Come, the Dark by: Rebecca Hamilton Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Historical, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance 361 pages Release Date: January 6, 2015
Rose desperately wants to escape the abuse of the father who impregnated her and the dark spirits that haunt her life. Being thrust from Georgia 1961 into the era of Salem’s infamous witch trials isn’t what she had in mind, and now her daughter is left hopelessly out of reach. The only way to return to her daughter is by facing certain death to banish the dark spirits that plague Salem. If she doesn’t eliminate these dark spirits in time, they will destroy civilization and trap her in this strange new place, ages away from her daughter. Even if she can complete the task in time to return home to save her daughter, there’s still one problem: she’s falling in love with a man who can’t return with her. Achieving her goals will force her to choose between the only man who has never betrayed her and a daughter she can’t quite remember but will never forget. A heart-wrenching tale of a mother’s love for her daughter, this romantic paranormal fantasy underlines the depravity of both historical and modern society while capturing the essence of sacrifice and devotion. TRIGGER WARNING: This book deals with the sensitive subject of sexual abuse. There is a thread in the Come, the Dark forum at the bottom of this page discussing the issue and how it is handled within the book. come-the-dark-divider

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I didn’t care one lick if she was conceived out of abuse; she would be born out of love. She was mine now. Entirely, completely, utterly mine. If Pa wanted her gone, he would damn well have to kill me, and I told him as much. For months, I even thought he might.

I kick off my threadbare quilt, and there’s another rush of warm fluid pooling on my sheets beneath me. I want to crawl out of my own skin, away from my body, but I don’t move.

Please don’t let this be my water broken now, I would rather that I’ve just pissed myself. If Anna can wait until morning, wait until Pa leaves for work, everything will be okay.

Somewhere in the distance, glass breaks, and part of me wonders if it’s them—-if the Darkness can touch things now.

I shift between sleep and consciousness. I keep falling into that place in my mind, the place I always hide when Pa comes into my room. I couldn’t let him kill what’s left of my soul; I had to escape in some way, save some part of me, the part of me I call Cordovae. Now here, in this place I can only dream of, I spread my arms and lift my head and twirl around, untouched, unharmed. It’s my prison and my protection, where only those who know my heart can reach me.

I’m safe here.

But then the pains begin, ripping me from that world. Bringing me back to the unfortunate life I was born into. At first, I feel the way my stomach hardens, the way it squeezes around my little Anna. But as the night drifts deeper, the pain intensifies and spreads through my entire body.

I can’t quiet my breathing. I close my eyes and try to envision the cramps disappearing, but I can’t think straight. I hum the only lullaby I know, the one Pa always yells at me for humming.

Footsteps rush through the hall. A light flicks on, yellow and brassy, illuminating my bare room in a way that makes it feel colder. Ma’s standing here now, her expression fallen. She hurries to my side and holds my hand. I wish she would stop running her fingers through her hair. It makes me nervous.

“Oh, God, Rose. I’m sorry. It’s going to be okay, baby, Mama’s here now.”

She wants to protect me.

Little late for that.

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Author Rebecca Hamilton

Rebecca Hamilton is a USA Today Bestselling Paranormal Fantasy author who also dabbles in Horror and Literary Fiction. She lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She enjoys dancing with her kids to television show theme songs and would love the beach if it weren’t for the sand. Having a child diagnosed with autism has inspired her to illuminate the world through the eyes of characters who see things differently. She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA and has been published internationally, in three languages.

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