About the Book
by Suzanna Linton
Genre: Fantasy Fiction
Release Date: May 13th, 2016
Clara, lost and disillusioned from a hard-fought war, hopes to discover some answers about her lineage and abilities in the quiet village of Bluebell, where she once lived before being sold into slavery. However, as she and the Captain of the Royal Guard make their journey, a new threat to the kingdom arises in the form of a traitor.
This new threat has been patiently brewing since the fall of the sorceror-king Marduk and careful plans are now coming to fruition. Emmerich’s struggles with his new role as king and his ever-present nightmares leave him feeling inadequate to the task. What he needs most is Clara.
But how can she help from so far away? And how can she help if she does not even know who she is?
Available May 13th, 2016!
“I hate rain,” remarked Jarrett.
For a time, neither of them spoke. Clara fed slivers of wood to the fire while he riffled through some of the food stores. He took out a bag of dried fruits and held it out to her. She shook her head.
A bellow boomed through the night and both of them jerked to their feet. Heartsblood, trained for combat, only flicked his ears but the pony reared on its feet, snorting.
Jarrett rushed to the pony and held its halter. Rubbing the nose, he asked, “What the hell was that?”
The ground shuddered at regular intervals, as if something gigantic walked toward them. With a gasp, Clara began to kick dirt onto the fire.
“What are you doing?” Jarrett demanded.
“Quiet,” she hissed.
Dirt extinguished the last flame and threw the cave into darkness. Outside, water continued to rush down, splattering on the rocks outside the cave. It seemed to her that the panicked gait of her heartbeat was louder even than the enormous sound of footsteps.
The steps grew louder and louder and louder until they filled the world. Blindly, she backed up until she felt Jarrett behind her and grabbed his tunic. He wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
The footsteps passed the cave outside and slowly began to fade away. Before long, they became as distant thunder.
“What in the name of the Child?” Jarrett’s voice wobbled slightly.
“A giant,” she replied. “The old folks used to tell stories about them when I was a child. I’d never seen or heard one before but what else could it be?”
“That’s mad, Clara. Giants are only in stories.”
“Well, what else could make footsteps that loud?”
“Was it heading to Hernesferry? We need to warn them!”
“It won’t do any good. It will be there long before we could find our way there in the dark.”
Silence, broken by the patter of hard rain on earth and stone, swamped the cave. In the distance, another bellow erupted.
Jarrett said, “I think we can do without the campfire tonight.”
About the Author
Let me lay out the fairly dry stuff first: alumni of the South Carolina Governor’s School for the Arts and Humanities (summer program), college grad with a degree in English, wife, animal lover, author (duh). Now, on to the slightly more interesting tidbits…
I began writing when I was a little girl. At first, it was poetry but that led to novels. Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern are what made me want to be an author. She showed me that women don’t have to be shrinking violets to be in a novel or be a complete goody-goody to be the hero.
I grew up in rural South Carolina and I continue to live there, in slightly-less-rural Florence. Every now and again, my husband has to remind me that we can’t afford more pets. I sobbed like a brokenhearted child when I killed my Betta fish by accident. I love coffee.
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