The Blurb on other People’s Words – An Old Favourite

December 30, 2013 at 11:35 pm (fantasy, Links, writing) (, , )

What started with a hiatus for NaNoWriMo and turned into a long holiday break is over, and now I have to get back to work. I can’t think of a better way back to it than to present the latest offering from a favourite of mine, Bruce Blake. His work ethic puts me to shame. He’s a busy bee while I’m dragging my feet on the last book in my trilogy (almost done, just updating my cast of characters for this generation.) Anyway, here’s what he sneakily released over the holidays:

When shadows fall, the darkness comes…

A disgraced Goddess Mother wanders blind and alone, praying for her agony to end. When a helpful apostle finds her, could it truly by salvation, or does worse torment lie ahead?

A sister struggles to understand a prophecy that may not be meant for her while her brother fights for his life. If the firstborn child of the rightful king dies, will it spell the end for everyone?

Darkness and shadow creep across the land in the form of a fierce clay golem animated by its sculptor’s blood. It seeks a mythical creature who’s sacrifice portends the return of ancient evil banished from the world long ago. With its return will come the fall of man.

As the game unfolds, the Small Gods watch from the sky, waiting for their time to come and their chance to rise again. They wait for the fall of shadows, the coming of the darkness.

They wait for night to descend.

And that’s not all – he has been so kind to allow me to include this excerpt for your enjoyment…

Am I ready to kill?

A cloud of swirling mist sighed out between Kuneprius’ lips, rising into the night to smear the glow of the winter moon. He watched it dissipate, then exhaled another long plume, blowing it out the way he’d seen the Brothers do when they smoked their pipes filled with sweetweed. Instead of swirling the wreaths he’d watched them create, his breath came out a ragged column.

“Shh.”

Kuneprius cocked his head toward the urgent sound, an apology teetering on the tip of his tongue. At the last instant, he remembered himself and said nothing, pressing himself flatter against the side of the hill. Fildrian lay less than ten man-lengths away, but the Brother’s black hood and robe hid him in the darkness; despite his proximity, empty loneliness ached in Kuneprius’ chest.

The lad grasped the short sword’s hilt tighter, testing its uncomfortable weight. Though he’d seen the seasons turn but twelve times, he’d trained with this very sword for six of them. The temple blacksmith formed it with him in mind, the grip molded to the shape of his fingers. Its length and weight had proved too much for him when he first held it, but he’d grown into it, its size ideal for a boy of his age. He shifted minutely, searching for comfort and understanding that the prospect of swinging the weapon to wound rather than in practice caused his unease, not the sword itself.

Will I be able to wield it when the time comes? Can I kill if I need to?

He’d never been sent on a hunt, so the sword’s edge hadn’t tasted blood other than his own when he got clumsy or distracted while sharpening the blade. He shifted his grip on the leather-wrapped hilt, hand slipping with the slickness of the sweat on his palm. For so many seasons, he’d trained for this moment; he knew he’d kill if the need arose.

I hope it doesn’t.

The rattle-clunk of wooden wheels on dirt track rolled along the shallow valley and up the hill to Kuneprius’ ears. Soon, he’d need wonder no more.

The apprentice angled his head to peer down the weed-clogged road, squinting as he attempted to pick out the wagons in the darkness. The lanterns hanging at the front of each, bobbing and swinging with the horses’ gaits, made it easy. He counted them silently.

One, two, three…four?

His heart lurched. Brother Fildrian had said to expect three—two carts and a covered wagon. Kuneprius’ gaze flickered to the spot where he expected to find the expedition leader’s dark shape, but he saw nothing. He glanced back to the track, the horse-drawn vehicles drawing closer and, in the glow of their lanterns, he counted two covered wagons.

This is the sequel to When Shadows Fall, so you should check that out first, if you haven’t already. It is available for 99 cents through Kindle for the next week before it goes back to its regular price of $4.99. Here’s where you can find it:

When Shadows Fall:
Kindle: http://viewBook.at/shadows
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/362347
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-shadows-fall-bruce-blake/1117001229
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/when-shadows-fall-2
Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8483067-when-shadows-fall-the-first-book-of-the-small-gods

And links for his newest release are below:

The Darkness Comes:
Kindle: http://viewBook.at/darknesscomes
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/391730
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-darkness-comes-bruce-blake/1117886146

Have a look – this is one writer I highly recommend, one truly dedicated to his craft and who has a real knack for character creation and world-building.

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