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Monday Morsel: A Battle Priestess Can Have No Friends – an excerpt from ON THE EDGE OF DEATH

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Welcome back to my Monday Morsels feature! We’ve been on hiatus for some time, while I’ve been working on the first draft of On the Edge of Death. Now it’s in revisions and soon to go to the editor, so I’ll be sharing some snippets with you every Monday from now until release day. To start with, here is the opening paragraph.

Monday Morsel

A Battle Priestess of the death goddess wasn’t supposed to have friends, family or lovers, and Ellaeva was learning first-hand why not.

Blood ran over the stones of the ravine’s floor, flooding the tiny stream and distorting the dark reflection of the forest canopy. Ellaeva skidded down the rocky slope, shale slipping beneath her feet and almost sending her tumbling head over heels, then followed the bloody stream into the dark heart of a grove of trees. There a woman lay face down alongside the watercourse, her hand trailing in the water with three arrows jutting from her back.

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Thanks for dropping by! Don’t forget, this is a second 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

Desperate to track down her missing family, Ellaeva, the Left Hand of Death follows a rumour of their trail straight into the heart of a new mystery—her battered and bloodied sister priestesses are stumbling across the border, carrying tales of the dead and the dying. Ellaeva is forced to turn aside from her personal quest to investigate, only to learn that her parents are at the heart of this new conflict.

When she is denied entry into the kingdom, Ellaeva must appeal to the one living person she can trust—Lyram Aharris, favoured son of the royal line of Ahlleyn—to help her infiltrate the enemy palace. As if their chequered past is not threat enough to the mission, they are joined by Lyram’s crown prince, the one man he hates above all others, and a duchess intent on marrying the recently widowed Lyram.

To save all those she loves from the evil holding sway over the kingdom, Ellaeva must face the realisation that the same darkness is in her soul—but the cost of resisting that darkness might be her sanity.

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

Monday Morsel: What Price A Lie? – an excerpt from IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD

What Price A lie

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, which is undergoing its first round of revisions.

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She thought last time that he was searching her room, and been wrong. What if this time…

Before she completed the thought, she spun on her heel and ran up the steps, the flames of the torches flickering in the breeze of her passing. She ran straight past the ground level exit and kept going to the first floor. At the top, she threw open her door.

An empty, silent room met her gaze.

She hovered on the threshold, caught between entering and turning away. In the end, she crossed to the dresser and checked her journal; still there. For who would have cause to look? And even if anyone found it, would they know what they held? She’d not written in it for years, and it contained mostly the maudlin musings of a teenage girl.

The only thing in there of relevance was the fact she wasn’t here on business; not really. It didn’t matter who knew that.

Did it? She shivered with a sudden chill. What would Lyram think, if he knew she’d lied to 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.

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Monday Morsel: Failed Prayers – An Excerpt from ‘In the Company of the Dead’

Failed Prayers

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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‘Jump to!’ Lyram hefted the bridge as the last of it slid off the support timber. On the far side of the moat, lit by the torches abandoned along the water’s edge, riders burst out of the night. Thwarted by the water, they nocked arrows and fired straight at them. They shuffled into the barbican, and Ellaeva followed, her murmured prayer faltering a moment. As Lyram jogged down the tunnel, still carrying the bridge with the two soldiers, she swung the gate shut.

In the last of the dying light, the lean, black shadow of an arrow sliced across the threshold.

Ellaeva crumpled.

The bridge fell from his hands.

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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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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 unexpectedly. But she has not come to break the siege. Instead, she’s pursuing a priest of the evil god of decay. When misfortune after misfortune befalls the beleaguered defenders, Lyram realises the priest 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 an evil priest. 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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