Meet Talfor and Discover Why We Think He’s Fascinating @libraryoferana #books #audio


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We’re so excited because Talfor from The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm – Book II by A. L. Butcher is here. He’s the main character in A. L. Butcher’s The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series and one of our favourites. It took some convincing to make the journey but he relented. Please welcome him to the POTL blog. Introduce yourself, Talfor:

 

I am Talfor Var, Hirik Lord of troll tribe of Var. Varris is my home, in what the humans call the Jagged Peak mountains, the Helmerri plateau.  I am son of Shaman Kherak Var, and brother of Shamania Mirandra. I am Captain of the Hirik and thus, to your way of thinking third only to Shaman and Shamania. I can never rule – as that is woman’s role – but I can advise, I can fight, I can lead.

 

I am taller than human, greater built, with horns and armour plating on belly and arms. My skin is blue-black like my mother’s and the dark of the mountain, hair is red, like blood and eyes jade green. I fight with mace as a man and claws and teeth as bear. To humans we are strange and frightening – we are ‘barbarians’. Trolls fight – we make war on enemy tribes and sometimes Witch-Hunters but we are also scholars and merchants. Trolls are civilized.

 

Hirik are warriors of tribe – shape changers. Only man-troll is Hirik for that is our magic. Women-troll she may fight, but cannot shape change. She has magic of her own in different ways.

 

What is your greatest fear?

I am Hirik, I should say I fear nothing. But every person fears something. I fear Plague returning and dark magic which corrupted by people, the elves and the humans.  No race was spared its wrath.  I fear Order of Witch-Hunting scouring land of magic. Without magic land will die, they do not see this. Magic is everywhere and cannot be tamed but it can be destroyed, or changed. It can hide, and it can die.

 

My ancestors fought with fae, and troll and elf and even magic itself; even now the taint of it touches us. Once, long ago, Trollkind held a greater magic, a greater glory than now-times. Once, long ago, my people walked every mountain and hill, and dwelled in the valleys. Now we are fewer, and lesser.  Now we know war will return, and fear a darkness will come with the steps of Order, and their blades will run with blood.  They are shadowed in evil, pawns you would say in a game of which they are unaware, but they will come and bring death.

 

Fight we shall. Each and every troll will give what they must, yet I fear it may be the end of us all.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

Lying is dishonorable. But sometimes half-truth is needed. All who carry magic in their blood must live a half-truth, for Order of Witch-Hunters claim magic is wicked, and forbidden.  Mostly we are left alone. Witch-Hunter he prefers easier target, but sometimes trolls are taken. I hear of troll slaves in mines, or executed for magic. Trolls in human places must hide magic, must live lie.

 

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Man – he should be honourable, brave and respectful.

 

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Woman – she should be resourceful, and intelligent.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

I had a troll wife once, long ago. She died and I was unable to stop it. Since then only M’alia. My elven snowflake.

 

Where would you most like to live?

Varris. My town. Is good town, why would I want to live elsewhere?

 

What do you most value in your friends?

Honour and loyalty.

 

How would you like to die?

In battle. With honour.

 

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Title: The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles Book II

Author: A.L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy. (Please note the 18+ rating.)

 

Excerpt:

From The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm – Book II

 

Talfor saw the man standing in the snow and the confused and desolate look he held. Hurrying forward as Marden began to shuffle towards the edge, he said, “What you doing here? Is cold, you need rest, healing.”

“Sword, I was looking for the sword…thinking,” he mumbled vaguely, looking at Talfor almost without seeing.

Talfor gazed at him shivering and threw his cloak over the man’s shoulders. “Sword…is lost. It be good sword but was…damaged. Not fit to find, I think, is…gone. Marden, I think you are good man. You do what be right, for you, and for them.”

Staring at him, Marden replied in a low voice, “I am not a good man. I have done many things, terrible things.”

“Things done for many reasons, some not right, yet man may change, become good man, better man. You could have cut rope, save yourself, drop them, you did not. I am not Shaman, but I see many things. You are good man, just not know it.”

“Archos, he could kill me with a mere word.”

“Yes, any of us, but he good man also. Maybe he see what you are now, not what was. You saved his life, is more important you saved hers. Come now, you be cold, and hurt. We go back inside cave, is warm, you rest.”

Talfor steered him back inside and settled the Witch-Hunter close to the fire. “We cannot go back; pass is same as past, we must go another way.”

 

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Author Biography:

A.L. Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys.  Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.

 

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Twitter:                @libraryoferana

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Listen to the International Bestseller The IX by @WestonAndrew #ScienceFiction #Audible


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Title: The IX Audiobook

Author: Andrew P Weston

Genre: Science Fiction

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:

Roman legionaries, far from home, lost in the mists of Caledonia.

A US cavalry company, engaged on a special mission, vital to the peace treaty proposed by Presidential candidate Abraham Lincoln.

A twenty-first century Special Forces unit, desperate to prevent a nuclear catastrophe.

From vastly different backgrounds, these soldiers are united when they are snatched away from Earth at the moment of their passing. Thinking they may have been granted a reprieve, imagine their horror when they discover they have been transported to a failing planet on the far side of the galaxy, where they are given a simple ultimatum. Fight or die. Against all odds, this group of misfits manages to turn the tide against a relentless foe, only to discover the true cost of victory might exact a price they are unwilling to pay.

How far would you be willing to go to stay alive?

The IX.

Sometimes, death is only the beginning of the adventure.

 

Giveaway:

To celebrate the audio release of International Bestseller The IX, Andrew Weston and Perseid Press have generously provided “read for free” Audible codes to the first five people who comment below. This is a $24.95 USD value.  Hurry, this is a first come, first serve promotion. N. N. Light will contact the winners via email.

 

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Excerpt:

“A good point,” Marcus acknowledged. “But therein lies the wisdom of strategy. Our mission is of the utmost importance. It is vital we locate and secure the site in which the mineral deposits are thought to be located. But remember, because the city has been isolated for so long, we won’t know until we get there how accurate the archives are. Also, the actual Abyss itself and this forest are totally alien to us. They have to be checked out first. We also need to carry the supplies and utensils necessary to quickly establish a base of operations if things turn out favorably. Commander Cameron faced a conundrum. How could he move so much equipment over such a long distance without the need for machines which are needed elsewhere and which might draw our enemy’s attention?”

 

Gesturing between them, Marcus emphasized, “That’s where we come in. Cavalry and legionnaires. Although we can’t hope to match the speed and grace of a highly sophisticated hover craft, we are nevertheless skilled at transporting large consignments over long distances at a speed unmatched by our contemporaries. And we can do so secretly. Additionally, the defensive measures we now have at our command will protect us, and allow us to set up a considerable series of fortifications from the outset. Just wait until you see what my men can build in a matter of hours. By the time the shuttle runs do begin, they’ll have the luxury of berthing overnight within a city of fabricated domiciles.”

 

“I’m looking forward to that.” Wilson smiled. “I watched your men drilling a few times back in Rhomane, and it was very impressive. The guys couldn’t believe how quickly you worked. To see it for real will be —”

 

Both men were disturbed by an outrider galloping full tilt toward them. The rest of the dozing company became instantly alert and began scanning the shadows.

 

Throwing up a hasty salute, the soldier reined in and addressed Marcus. “Sir, the forest ends abruptly, about a mile ahead. It . . . It’s . . .”

 

“Spit it out, man.”

 

“Sir. It’s awesome, come and see.”

 

Signaling for the immediate group to follow, Marcus put his heels to Starblaze’s flanks and spurred his horse forward. A few minutes later, he reached several other sentries who were waiting to one side of the road. The highway veered away sharply to the southwest, so Marcus was surprised to be led off the tarmac and into the gloom.

 

An eldritch veil thick with antiquity closed about them. Specimens that looked like a cross between beech and cedar, oak and elm, ash and spruce, each endowed with massive boles, filed off into the distance. Stately monarchs of a forest that seemed to suddenly hold its breath in anticipation. Threading his way between iron trunks and cable-like roots, Marcus wondered what secrets this brooding edifice must contain, and if it would ever be possible to find your way out if a person became disoriented.

 

You don’t realize how dense this place is until you leave the safety of the main thoroughfare. I’ll have to order markers placed to ensure our more inexperienced travelers don’t go getting themselves lost. And I’ll restrict hunting too, at least until we’re more familiar with the area. Goodness knows how much further it goes.

 

He needn’t have worried. After five more minutes of painfully slow travel, the swathe drew back and shafts of rose-gold brilliance punctuated the canopy in one place after another.

 

Everyone relaxed as they sensed a change ahead.

 

Even so, when the party broke free from dappled shade and rode into the harsh glare of direct sunshine, everyone was taken completely by surprise.

 

Mars preserve us!

 

Shocked, Marcus could only stare. I can see why my sentry was rendered speechless.

 

A shattered plain rolled away on both sides, providing a severe counterpoint to the undulating barrier of the forest’s perimeter. The compact, ruddy surface of the plateau shimmered in the heat of the midday sun. As the mounted group moved out onto the shelf, their movements caused swirls of scarlet dust to dance into the air.

 

Shading his eyes, Marcus tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

 

The ground was littered with pock-marks, each of which contained a smattering of gold and red rocks. A foul-smelling steam issued from a number of fissures and scalloped clefts. Wherever the vapors concentrated together, the soil was stained by a copper-colored residue.

 

Marcus could make out the shimmering white line of a bridge, about five miles away, obviously accommodating the continued course of the main highway. Closer to him, a smoother, rectangular area stood out in stark contrast to their cratered surroundings.

 

Hmm. Obviously a parking area for vehicles.

 

As intriguing as these distractions were, however, they paled under the imposing presence of the leviathan before them.

 

A huge canyon, over seventeen miles across and eight deep, gouged its way across the plane of their sight. Marcus knew from his mission briefing that the company now stood at one of the narrowest points of the Shilette Abyss. The gulf itself stretched away for over a thousand leagues, east and west; and for most of its length, the other side was so far away it would be impossible to see.

 

He marveled as to how the Ardenese had contrived to construct anything to cross such a gaping chasm, for the cliffs of the valley were an unstable maze of razor-sharp edges and unforgiving rocks that could give way without warning.

 

There, not three hundred yards in front of them, sat the real surprise. The bluff plunged away to form a huge cleft, a monster fissure over seventy feet wide which appeared to have been hacked into the earth to form a V-shaped crevice.

 

Cantering forward, the excited explorers discovered a tiered series of shelves, corresponding to levels of strata, leading down the cliff wall.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is an ex-military ex-police expat from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek Island.

An astronomy and law graduate, he has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society, the British Science Fiction Association and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with one of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for Astronaut.com and Amazing Stories.

 

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Publisher: Perseid Press

 

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Fling! by @lilyionamac is Available in #Audio! #literaryfiction #womensfiction #giveaway


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Title:  Fling!

Author: Lily Iona MacKenzie

Genre: Literary/Women’s Fiction/Humor

Publisher: Pen-L Publishing

 

Book Blurb:  

Fling! features 57-year-old Feather and her 90-year-old mother Bubbles. They travel from Canada to Mexico, making stops in San Francisco and the Isle of Skye, seeking answers to family mysteries during their odyssey. What they find instead is a whole new view of life that they hadn’t considered before.

Lewis Buzbee, who teaches creative writing in the University of San Francisco’s MFA in writing program and has published several volumes of fiction and non-fiction, says, “Fling is both hilarious and touching, the madcap journey of an aging mother and her adult daughter from cold Protestant Canada into the hallucinogenic heart of Mexico’s magic, where the past literally comes to life.  Every page is a surprise, and ‘Bubbles’ is one of the most endearing mothers in recent fiction.  A scintillating read.”

 

Excerpt:

Waiting for Bubbles to answer the door, Feather dangles her straw tote bag from one shoulder. She’s wearing an ankle-length red peasant skirt with matching top and scuffed brown leather hiking boots. A yellow cotton triangle partly conceals her long dark auburn hair, now streaked with gray.

The door opens, and before Feather can speak, words rush out of Bubbles’ mouth: “Mother’s ashes, they’re in the dead letter office. Mexico City.” Feather sighs and steps inside, sets down her bag, and gives her mum a tentative hug. The corset she’s wearing prevents Feather from feeling her generous curves, and she can smell urine. The scent is mixed with cheap Evening in Paris perfume. As usual, she feels overwhelmed by this woman who gave birth to her.

Bubbles pulls away and pats her hair. “I’m telling you, we need to make plane reservations right away.”

“Cool it, Mum. You’ll have a heart attack!”

Pure white hair a frizzed halo, scalp pink as a baby’s, she checks out Feather from head to foot and shakes her head. “I thought you’d be dressed up for my party.”

“I am dressed up!” Feather should be used to her mother’s scrutiny by now and her disapproval of anything that isn’t the latest in fashion. But she isn’t. It still stings when she doesn’t accept her as she is, a leftover hippie from the ’60s.

Bubbles swerves away from Feather and lurches toward the coffee table, snatching a creased, brown manila envelope from among the clutter there. “I’m serious! Mother’s ashes—” She hands her the letter. “Look: it says Mexico City. But I can’t make out these words: Oficina de cartas perdidas. What do they mean?”

“I think it’s the office of lost packages.”

Feather flops onto the love seat, sending up a cloud of dust, and reads the letter aloud: “Dear Madam: There big box dead letter office address you name. Come get box. Mrs. Heather MacDonald ashes. Nun found box and note for family. Have box many years. No send ashes by mail for health reasons. When you pick up?”

“Granny’s ashes? She popped off years ago.”

Bubbles paces, the bunny ears on her slippers flopping back and forth, almost tripping her. “You’ve got to take me to Mexico City. It’ll be like old times. Traveling together.”

Feather throws up her hands. “Mexico City? No way. They kill tourists there. Anyway, I already have plans for the summer. I’m doing research in Puerto Vallarta and San Miguel de Allende on matriarchal cultures.” She’s been interested in spending more time in Mexico since doing her earth goddess series of sculptures. The matriarchy still lives there, hidden under the layers of modern life. There’s something very primitive hovering in that country.

Bubbles scowls. “I can’t just leave her in a foreign country. I could get killed here, too. Gangs are attacking old people all the time. Never mind, I’ll get Buddy to take me.”

“Buddy! Jesus, Mum, he can’t handle a trip like that.”

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Author Biography:

 A Canadian by birth, a high school dropout, and a mother at 17, in my early years, I supported myself as a stock girl in the Hudson’s Bay Company, as a long distance operator for the former Alberta Government Telephones, and as a secretary (Bechtel Corp sponsored me into the States). I also was a cocktail waitress at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco, briefly broke into the male-dominated world of the docks as a longshoreman (I was the first woman to work on the SF docks and almost got my legs broken), founded and managed a homeless shelter in Marin County, co-created THE STORY SHOPPE, a weekly radio program for children that aired on KTIM in Marin County, CA, and eventually earned two Master’s degrees (one in Creative writing and one in the Humanities). I have published reviews, interviews, short fiction, poetry, travel pieces, essays, and memoir in over 150 American and Canadian venues. Bone Songs, another novel, will be published in 2017. Freefall: A Divine Comedy will be released in 2018. My poetry collection All This was published in 2011. I also taught writing at the University of San Francisco for over 30 years, and I blog at https://lilyionamackenzie.wordpress.com .

 

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Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3) by @EvangelineA #audiobooks #PNR #erotic


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Title: Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3)

Author: Evangeline Anderson

Genre: Paranormal Romance (Erotic)

Sought (Brides of the Kindred Book 3) is now available on Audiobook!

Book Blurb:

 

One Woman, Two Hot Guys, A Galaxy of Problems…

Kat O’Connor is no pushover. She’s a no nonsense girl with a commonsense approach to life. But there’s nothing common about what’s happening to her lately…

First she was forced to have a kinky mind ménage with two of the hottest and most irritating men in the galaxy—Twin Kindred warriors, Deep and Lock—in order to locate her kidnapped friend. Then she couldn’t get their feelings out of her head. And now she’s on her way to their home planet, Twin Moons, to find a cure for the debilitating illness their unorthodox joining caused, when all she really wants to do is go home.

Locks Tight, the light twin of the two, is already in love with Kat. Her curvy plus-sized body is the epitome of beauty on his home planet and her sharp mind makes her doubly attractive. But though he fell for her the moment he saw her, Twin Kindred are unable to mate a woman alone. Lock knows nothing can happen between them without his brother…

Stabs Deep. The dark twin has a secret agony in his past—a tragedy he feels he and he alone is to blame for. He too, hungers for Kat, but he hides his fear of rejection behind an impenetrable wall of angry sarcasm. For if he lets anyone get too close, the unbearable pain he has already endured once may happen again.

Now Kat and her twin warriors are on a quest—but they’re all looking for different things. Kat wants to find a way to dissolve the half-formed bond between them so she can be alone in her own head again. Lock wants to convince both her and his brother to complete the bond which will keep them together forever. And Deep is trying to protect his heart and love Kat from afar…though it grows more and more difficult to deny the hunger he feels for her growing inside him.

Their travels will take them from the uncharted wilds of Twin Moons to the Deadworld of the Scourge home planet. Will Kat find a cure for having other people’s emotions crowding her mind? Will Lock convince his brother and the woman they both love that they’re all meant to be together forever? And will Deep ever unshield his heart long enough to let Kat in?

You’ll have to read Sought, the third book in the Brides of the Kindred series, to find out…

Exclusive Excerpt:

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Kat was floating.

Not in the disembodied sense. This time she could feel her body, her limbs heavy with unspeakable exhaustion, her skin tender to touch.

She wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings but one thing was clear—someone was taking care of her.

Gentle hands lifted her into warm water and strong arms held her securely while someone else washed her hair. The sensations were so soothing she wanted to drift away to sleep. But I am asleep, aren’t I? If not, why can’t I wake up?

The same hands dried her off and put a straw between her lips. Kat sucked reflexively and a delicious, fruity flavor that seemed to be a cross between watermelon, strawberry, and some other fruit she couldn’t name filled her mouth.

“That’s right, my lady,” a deep, somehow familiar voice murmured. “Drink deeply. Nourish yourself. It’s almost time to attempt the bond.”

What bond? Kat wanted to ask, but she was stuck, held in the same, strange limbo she sensed she’d been in for days. Was it a coma? They said that people in comas retained some consciousness and heard everything that was said to them. But would she be able to drink from a straw if she was truly unconscious? Kat didn’t think so. It was all very confusing.

She finished the drink and someone fluffed a pillow behind her head and drew a light blanket over her naked body. “Sleep now,” the familiar voice murmured. “I must tend to my brother. He’s almost healed so maybe next time…”

But he didn’t finish what he was saying.

“Next time what?” Kat wanted to demand. But she felt so warm and comfortable she couldn’t be bothered to form the words. Instead she slid into darkness and let herself dream.

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“You’re healing well.” Lock eyed the broad expanse of his twin’s back critically. “Of course, there will be scars. Extensive scars, I’m afraid.”

Deep, who was sitting at the edge of the large bed they shared, grunted noncommittally. “All warriors have scars.”

“Most get them in battle, though.” Gently, Lock smoothed some of the healing lotion Mother L’rin had given them over his brother’s wounds. Most of them were nothing but pinkish-white lines now, criss-crossing the tan expanse of Deep’s back. The wise woman had been right—he was healing remarkably quickly. His body, anyway. Lock feared that he would carry the memory of the beating with him forever. Not that he would admit to caring about such a thing—or anything for that matter. “Do you want to help me attend Kat again tonight?” he asked, changing the subject.

Deep frowned. “She’s not going to be happy when she finds out we’ve been bathing her while she’s unconscious, you know.”

“We drape towels over her to preserve her modesty,” Lock protested. “Besides, we’re only acting on Mother L’rin’s orders. She said Kat needed to spend plenty of time in the bathing pool —warm water is healing.”

“Kat won’t see it like that,” Deep predicted sourly. “She’ll think it’s a violation. And she’ll think the same thing about completing the soul bond.”

“We have to complete the bond. Nothing else will heal her fractured spirit.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be healed. Maybe she’d rather be dead than bonded to the two of us,”

Deep snapped. “Did you ever think about that?”

“I know what you’re thinking but Kat isn’t like that. She isn’t like her,” Lock said in a low voice.

“So you say.” Deep frowned moodily.

“We swore to Sophia and Olivia that we would do everything in our power to protect and heal Kat,” Lock reminded his brother.

“We’re doing a wonderful job so far, aren’t we?” Deep snarled. “We’re the reason she’s sick in the first place. We should never have used her as a focus. Never let ourselves feel…” He shook his head.

“It’s too late for those regrets now,” Lock said softly, dabbing more lotion on his brother’s back.

He could feel how tense Deep was—could see it in the way his broad shoulders bunched with misery.

The emotion echoed inside his heart, making him ache for his twin. “All we can do is try to heal her, to undo the damage we’ve done.”

“By completing a soul bond with a female who never wants to take the next step and make the physical bond with us as well? What good will it do any of us to have half a bond?” Deep demanded.

“It will heal the lady Kat,” Lock said firmly, trying to ignore his own fears. “That’s all that matters right now.”

Deep sighed and his broad shoulders slumped.

“Have it your way, Brother. But don’t be surprised if she wants nothing to do with you—with either one of us—when this is over.”

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Author Biography:

Evangeline Anderson is the USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.

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