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Today I’m on the ‘Remnants of Magic’ blogtour, organized by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
I enjoy the outdoors, reading, spending time with my family (that includes pets!), hanging out with horses, and archery. I graduated from Michigan State University in Equine Management and love to incorporate my love of horses into my stories. I’m a huge Star Wars fan (original trilogy), Lord of the Rings fan, Harry Potter fan….and Jane Austen fan. A couple of nerdy facts, I love John Wayne movies and collect the vintage My Little Ponies from the 80s.
The Master Sword Bryan is an elite warrior on the Prince of Shelkite’s council. When Shelkite is threatened by Ret, a wizard-king, the Master Sword is ready to fight. However, his plans are spoiled when he discovers his assignment is as the personal guard to the young half-blood witch sent to their aid—Alexandra.
Alexandra is determined to prove herself to the skeptical Master Sword. Though her powers haven’t fully manifested, she’s ready for anything, as long as she has her faithful mount, Zhan, and her trusty bow. As the quest deepens, she knows she must press on. For whether she does or not, she’s the key—for either good or evil.
A dark lock of hair fell across Bryan’s damp forehead. He swiped it away impatiently and rubbed his brow with restless fingertips. The young warrior bit his bottom lip and felt for the hilt of his sword. His hand found it right where it should be, at his side in its sheath. He exhaled, letting his broad body relax.
The light laughter of a woman escaped from behind the closed door where he stood guard. Bryan’s uncommonly bright azure eyes shifted around the corridor, seeking anything abnormal. There was nothing. He started to pace, his black riding boots tapping quietly across the scuffed floorboards. When is he going to be done?
Bryan rolled his eyes.
Being Prince Alkin’s personal guard did have its advantages, but waiting around for him to make social calls was ridiculous.
Bryan wanted action, battles, even blood, anything but to tag along with the Prince to visit pretty lady friends of Fordorn.
He let out an annoyed breath and paced the hall quicker.
Women! All they ever did was get their skirts in the way. Sure, he had had his fair share of feminine company, but that was all done and over with. No more trouble for him, thanks. Sure, he liked Alkin. He was one of his closest friends, but it was becoming increasingly aggravating that he met with Lady Evelyn every week. She was a beauty known around the city as the Chaos Goddess. And, in Bryan’s opinion, she was kind of silly.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds