#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : Raven Fire – Emma Miles @EmmaMilesShadow

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Today I’m on the ‘Raven Fire’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

jzm1sjQwI often get asked when I knew I was a writer; the answer is always. A writer is what I am, it’s in my soul. There have been times in my life when I couldn’t write, and times when my writing has been the only thing that kept me going. I think I always longed for something deeper from life, something more meaningful, and I found it in my imagination and in the music of words.
It was poetry which first caught my attention, and whilst my younger cousins called for ghost stories it was animals I first wrote of. I think I gravitated toward fantasy because of the freedom it gives, I could create my own worlds and decide my own rules. My Wind’s Children trilogy was born from an image that came to me whilst daydreaming, of a young man sitting alone below a bridge. I didn’t know who he was; it turns out neither did he, but we found out together.
I’m now working on my eleventh book and love writing more than ever, it’s an addiction, an obsession, but one I now share with my wonderful writing family. My beta readers, my editor, and you, my readers, having you with me on my journey means the world to me.
I write as much as I can around work, but I also try to squeeze in a ridiculous amount of hobbies! I’m a wildlife photographer and do a little archery. I paint, sculpt with clay, withies and driftwood, preferring to be outdoors if I can. I still have a love for the theatre, having started out in life studying backstage crafts, and a great love for language. I speak a little French, Romanian and Italian, ma non molto bene!
Thanks for reading this. If you read any of my books and love them, please come say hello and tell me, you’d be surprised at how much that means to an author.
Take care of yourself.
Em x

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Synopsis :

Ck_ZtdVgIs prophecy real; can Arridia and Joss defeat a god?
Evil never sleeps, and neither can the fire spirits who have guarded Kesta and her family so faithfully for more than fourteen years. United in a desire for peace, the four lands beneath the sky have enjoyed relative stability, but under the surface stirs unrest. Greed, ambition, disquiet, rebellion; and the ever-present threat of Geladan’s crazed god discovering she has been fooled.
Quiet Arridia is a Raven Scout, dedicated to the principles and hopes of her parents. When an opportunity presents itself to come home, she grasps it, longing to settle and find the love she has patiently waited for.
Fun-loving Joss is drawn to the court of Elden with all its colour, noise, and intrigue; but has he taken on more than a young man can survive?
Raven Fire is the final part of the breath-taking Fire-Walker saga.
If you could, would you dare to change the world?

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Excerpt :

This extract is taken from chapter two of Raven Fire, where you first get to know one of the younger characters who was born between books two and three of the Fire-Walker series.

A large man barrelled into her and Scarlett cursed, pulling her hood down lower and stepping into a muddy puddle to get out of the oaf’s way. She was tempted to reach for her narrow blade, but she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. As much as she feigned toughness, the docks always sent her heart racing. They were busy, loud, full of rough and mean-looking men.
A familiar voice spilled out of a tavern and she breathed a little easier. Her rapid, but small steps faltered as she drew close to the door. It was a common enough tune, but the notes of the lute accompanying the rich vocals were mesmerising, weaving intricately with extraordinary speed.
The doors flew open, and Scarlett staggered back with a gasp. A bearded man leered down at her; Scarlett ducked beneath his arm and scurried into the tavern. It was dark, only a little daylight seeping in through the small, dirty windows. Her fingers rose to her nose and she tried not to breathe in the awful stench of body odour, stale ale, and old vomit. The room was crowded, every table full, provocatively dressed women squeezing between the standing patrons to deliver more alcohol to the tables.
Nearly every eye was on the singer perched on a barrel at the end of the bar. His head was bent over his lute, his curly mop of brown hair hiding his face. She frowned at the undyed linen shirt he wore, and the plain labourer’s trousers. He didn’t look like a prince; he looked like a nobody. Scarlett shook her head slightly. That wasn’t quite right. Her brother almost glowed when he sang, just like Temerran the Bard.
The door behind her opened, and someone shoved past her, breaking into her momentary daydream. With a scowl, she made her way over to her brother, trying her best not to touch anyone.
‘Luce,’ she hissed.
Her brother’s fingers barely faltered as they caressed the strings of his instrument, but he glanced up, his brown eyes almost black in the tavern’s darkness. When his song ended, he slipped off the barrel, his lute held in his arms as carefully as a baby.
‘Scar, you shouldn’t be here.’
Their parents hated him calling her ‘Scar’. Only her brother and Joss still did so, if only in private. She rather liked it herself. It made her sound fierce.
‘Father’s looking for you, I couldn’t cover for you forever.’
Lucien closed his eyes and groaned.
Several of the tavern’s patrons had already started grumbling and shouting out for another song.
‘It’s kind of good news.’ Scarlett grinned. ‘Riddi’s home.’
Lucien straightened up, a smile forming on his own face. He waved a hand towards the tavern’s owner and pushed toward the exit, using his body to protect his precious instrument. Scarlett tugged her hood down lower again and tried to keep up with him, breathing in deeply as they reached the open street.
‘What did you tell Dad?’ Lucien asked.
‘Nothing.’ Scarlett winced. ‘Aiden the Page warned me, he’d just run a message from the pigeon loft. I was… well, I was taking your place with the master of arms.’
It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Scarlett loved anything martial. Tactics, fighting, history, she absorbed it all like a starving thing. Her father indulged her to an extent, he’d even allowed her to train with Heara and Cassien, but no matter how hard she tried, he never took her seriously. Lucien hated it all. His love was music, books, and poetry. Despite their differences, Scarlett was closer to her brother than she was to her own twin sister. Eleanor was their mother’s shadow, and she obsessed over all things feminine. As much as Scarlett looked down on Eleanor’s pastimes, she did love her delicate sister, and Eleanor always covered for her, just as she herself did for Lucien.
‘Did you beat him?’ Lucien asked hopefully.
Scarlett screwed up her nose and shook her head. ‘Not yet. But with Riddi home, Father might let us spend time at Northold, so I’ll snag Merkis Tantony for a few more lessons.’
Lucien gave a bark of a laugh. The king of Elden wasn’t all that keen on Jorrun and Kesta’s influence on his children, but they knew full well what his intentions were for Lucien and Arridia. Jorrun had warned them all Bractius had designs on adding magical bloodlines to his royal one, and told them in no uncertain terms that they should decline any kind of arranged marriage. Arridia and Lucien loved each other dearly, but they’d grown up together like cousins. With an overprotective Mother, Scarlett had been late to rebel and join the circle of Northold friends; it hadn’t helped with her being the youngest, but Riddi had always treated her with patience and kindness when they met.
As they approached the castle gates, Scarlett’s feet faltered. The guards had stepped forward from their posts, standing tall to peer above the heads of those entering the grounds. As soon as they spotted Lucien, one of them hurried to meet them, making a hasty bow.
‘Your highness, your father is looking for you.’
Lucien swore. ‘All right, thanks. Hide this for me.’ He handed his lute to Scarlett, then taking a leather thong from his pocket, pulled his unruly mop of hair back into a tail. As he reached the castle gates, he broke into a run.

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : Raven Storm – Emma Miles @EmmaMilesShadow

– ‘The Magic of Wor(l)ds’ blog is a hobby, reviews and other bookish stuff on this site are done for free. –

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Today I’m on the ‘Raven Storm’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

xDwsh7JoI often get asked when I knew I was a writer; the answer is always. A writer is what I am, it’s in my soul. There have been times in my life when I couldn’t write, and times when my writing has been the only thing that kept me going. I think I always longed for something deeper from life, something more meaningful, and I found it in my imagination and in the music of words.
It was poetry which first caught my attention, and whilst my younger cousins called for ghost stories it was animals I first wrote of. I think I gravitated toward fantasy because of the freedom it gives, I could create my own worlds and decide my own rules. My Wind’s Children trilogy was born from an image that came to me whilst daydreaming, of a young man sitting alone below a bridge. I didn’t know who he was; it turns out neither did he, but we found out together.
I’m now working on my seventh book and love writing more than ever, it’s an addiction, an obsession, but one I now share with my wonderful writing family. My beta readers, my editor, and you, my readers, having you with me on my journey means the world to me.
I write as much as I can around work, but I also try to squeeze in a ridiculous amount of hobbies! I’m a wildlife photographer and do a little archery. I paint, sculpt with clay, withies and driftwood, preferring to be outdoors if I can. I still have a love for the theatre, having started out in life studying backstage crafts, and a great love for language. I speak a little French, Romanian and Italian, ma non molto bene!
Thanks for reading this. If you read any of my books and love them, please come say hello and tell me, you’d be surprised at how much that means to an author.
Take care of yourself.
Em x

Social Media Links:
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Twitter

Synopsis :

4vTMlA7QFear walks with those in power.
Divided, the land of Chem hangs in the balance. In the west the Ravens seek to bring safety to women, and an end to slavery. In the east the remaining covens cling to their power, refusing to give up their way of life to foreign invaders. Across both lands the priests whisper and plot, their gods a shadowy threat hanging over them all.
To protect their young family, Kesta and Jorrun have made their home in the Raven Tower of Elden. Unable to abandon their responsibility or friends, they remain embroiled in the fight to the north. Whilst peace and friendship blossom between the Fulmers, Borrows and Elden, the arrival of strangers turns the court of Taurmaline upside down.
The history of the Fire-walkers is about to catch up with them, and the Fire-spirit’s truth will be revealed.

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Excerpt :

This extract is taken from chapter two where we catch up with Dia and Temerran the Bard on Fulmer Island.

Despite her late night, Heara was already running her trainees through their paces when Dia left the hold to make her way down to the beach. The Borrowmen had loaded their trade goods the day before, and most of their boats had left the beach and returned to the ship. The Undine was beautiful in a way that made you catch your breath; it was as though the ship were not just made for the sea, but made of the sea and the wind.
She spotted Temerran sitting alone in the dunes, his gaze lost somewhere out to sea. He’d tied his hair back in a small tail, but the wind still played with his red curls. Dia was reluctant to disturb him, but he sensed someone watching and looked up. A smile immediately replaced his pensive frown.
‘Icante.’ He stood, but she waved at him to stay where he was. Her knees protested with a sharp ache as she crouched to sit beside him.
‘Will you follow your usual route?’ she asked.
Temerran glanced at her and nodded. ‘I’ll spend two weeks in Taurmaline and then head up to Chem. I’ll need to spend a couple of months in the Borrows after that.’
‘My daughter and Jorrun have both headed for Chem.’
He turned to regard her. ‘Trouble?’
‘Isn’t there always?’
A smile ghosted his lips as his eyes traversed the horizon. ‘I’ll let you know everything I see.’
Dia laughed, and Temerran’s smile broadened. ‘You’re not my spy.’
‘Aren’t I?’ He turned to look at her, eyebrows raised.
She gave a slight shake of her head and laughed again. ‘Okay, perhaps you are.’
His face grew serious. ‘Do you think you’ll ever send another walker to Taurmaline?’
Dia’s throat tightened. It was many years since Larissa’s murder, but it still hurt. King Bractius might not have been to blame, but queen Ayline had most definitely played a part.
‘No, I don’t think I’ll ever send another walker to Elden. Dorthai and Finian do well enough as ambassadors. Will you call in at Northold?’
‘My visit there is what makes the Elden court tolerable. Mind you.’ He smiled. ‘I am looking forward to seeing Prince Lucien.’ He turned and took her hand. ‘Come with me. It’s been months since you visited Taurmaline.’
Dia shook her head. ‘It’s harvest, I’m needed here.’
He let go of her hand and kissed her cheek. ‘It was worth a try. But seriously, I think you should go sometime soon, your influence on Bractius is important, and the reminder to Ayline that there are consequences if she tries anything stupid is even more important.’
It was Dia’s turn to stare out at the horizon. ‘Perhaps you’re right, but I don’t exactly feel comfortable there.’
Temerran winced. ‘That’s hardly surprising.’
Loud male voices broke into their peace as Arrus and Vilnue made their way down the narrow path to the beach with the last of the Borrow warriors, Worvig tagging along at the rear.
‘I guess we’re ready to sail,’ Temerran said, although it was a moment before he stood. ‘As a bard my only home is my ship, but I’m always saddest leaving here.’
‘Will you ever settle?’
He looked down at the sand, his eyebrows drawing in tight across his green eyes. ‘The Bard of The Borrows cannot settle, he belongs to the sea, and to all the islands.’
Without a backward glance he strode down the beach to meet his men.

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : The Raven Coven – Emma Miles @EmmaMilesShadow

– ‘The Magic Of Wor(l)ds’ blog is a hobby, reviews and other bookish stuff on this site are done for free. –

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Today I’m on the ‘The Raven Coven’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote Emma Miles her book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

sC4fKnEgI presently live in the stunning county of Dorset where I’m a cat slave to Wolfe and Piglitt. I spend as much time as I can outside in nature and love exploring and learning about new cultures and languages. I’ve visited Greece, Serbia, Transylvania, Sicily and Norway as well as making several road trips around our beautiful United Kingdom. I paint, sculpt, dabble in photography and do a little archery but most of all – whenever I get a chance – I write.
My writing started from a very young age when I often found myself being the one taking charge of and entertaining all my younger cousins. They loved to hear my stories and although they mostly called for ghost stories it was fantasy I fell in love with when I read The Lord of the Rings when I was ten. I went on to write stories and short ‘books’ for my friends through school and college; then one evening whilst I was waiting for my aunt and uncle to visit an image came to my mind of a boy sitting beneath a bridge. I didn’t know who he was or why he was there, but from exploring those questions ‘The Wind’s Children’ trilogy blossomed and grew with roots going back into his far history as well as stretching out to his future. The boy’s name was Tobias.
I have since left Tobias’s world of ‘Naris’ to explore the Valley with Feather in the ‘Hall of Pillars’ which is now available through Amazon. I am now presently finding my way through Elden, the beautiful Fulmer islands, the ravaged Borrows and haunted Chem with Kesta Silene; a shamaness of sorts with a big journey ahead of her. I hope you come along to share her story and join her adventure; she needs you and you won’t regret it.

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Synopsis :

OtKkA3NAKesta had left her heart across the sea. They were at peace, her people saved from slavery, and yet… her soul was uneasy.
Chem lies in chaos, its people suffering as a result of the death of the ruling sorcerers. Refugees flee the cursed Borrows, begging for help from those they had made their enemy. A Queen unknowingly makes a dark, deadly pact, and new powers rise to fill the seats left empty by the Dunham necromancers.

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Excerpt :

In this extract we see through the eyes of the Queen of Elden for the first time. Pregnant, frustrated and lonely, Ayline seeks peace within her own thoughts in a high tower of Taurmaline Castle.

Ayline watched from the tower window, her eyes fixed on the departing longship far below and a feeling of satisfaction built deep inside her. The lake appeared more brown than grey today, the waves larger and more frequent, white foam making hypnotic patterns on the slick, silty shore. Raising her eyes she could just make out the distant forest.
‘Do you see that? The witch is going.’
She rubbed at her rounded stomach, shifting a little to sit more comfortably. She loved coming up here. Aside from the fact the views across the harbour and lake were amazing, few people came up to the highest room in the castle and it was incredibly peaceful. Dust covered the floor and the furnishings and white webs criss-crossed in varying states of repair. The busy spiders fascinated her and she watched them as often as the life far down below.
She often wondered who this room had belonged to. Nothing hung on the walls. The chest and drawers were empty. A long unused four-posted bed with a sagging mattress took up most of the space. The only thing that was clean and polished was the chair on which she sat.
The longship moved out onto the lake, growing smaller. If only Larissa had gone too. Bractius was paying the ugly islander far too much attention for her liking. She screwed her face up as she pictured the older woman’s light-brown skin, her garish red hair, and those odd eyes. She couldn’t understand why people were so captivated by her.
‘It’s because she is a witch!’ she hissed.
Bractius should have been doting on her, not distracted by whatever woman turned up at court. He had been delighted at the news of her pregnancy, but the novelty had soon worn off. Days of sickness had left her feeling exhausted and resentful to the point she’d begun to wish she hadn’t sought to get herself pregnant. That had in turn brought waves of guilt. It wasn’t the baby’s fault. Admittedly, it had initially been a ploy to keep her place secure and ensure a hold on her husband, but as it had grown her feelings had changed. The baby had become real.
‘My little one.’
She rubbed at her belly again.
She jumped as the door opened, her mouth falling open. No one ever came up here! A servant walked in, carrying a basket of candles.
He stopped in his tracks with a gasp. ‘Your majesty! I … I … a thousand pardons!’ He stooped in a bow. ‘I thought this room was empty.’
He was young, maybe a year or two younger than herself, with thick black hair and a rather handsome face. She swallowed down her anger at the intrusion, intrigued. In the back of her mind she vaguely recalled seeing him around, but only recently.
‘What are you doing here?’
The young man remained in his uncomfortable looking bow. ‘I’m replenishing the candles in The Tower. I … I sometimes come in here to look at the view. I didn’t think anyone else came here.’
‘Well, I do.’ She retorted imperiously. ‘For goodness’ sake, stand up straight, you look ridiculous!’
He did so, keeping his eyes downcast. Her back twinged and she shifted in her chair.
The servant immediately darted forward to grab a pillow off the bed. He beat it against his leg and then the bed, dust flying up everywhere.
‘Would you allow me, your majesty?’
She nodded, lifting her chin and looking out of the window. She leaned forward to allow him to arrange the pillow behind her on the chair. When she leaned back, the relief was immediate. She looked up and caught his eyes. They were stunning. The colours sharp and almost unnatural, ringed by a dark line that emphasised their brilliance. His long lashes blinked over them and she blushed, realising she was staring.
‘Thank you, servant. What’s your name?’ She looked out of the window rather than at him.
‘Inari, your majesty.’
She swallowed. An intriguing name.
‘Well, Inari, be aware I do come in here, and I do so for privacy.’
‘I’m sorry, your majesty. I won’t come agai—’
‘I didn’t say that, did I?’ She spun about and immediately found herself captivated by his eyes again. ‘Your job is to replace the candles, but I don’t see any in here. See to it.’
‘I will, your majesty.’
‘Good, now go.’
The young man bowed and left without another word. Ayline’s hand went to her throat and she felt her pulse fluttering beneath her fingers.

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