BLURB:
Two sets of halfling twins, Ashlea, Brandien, Jaydren and Kylandra sent away from their home by their parents to protect them from trouble, search for mentors to teach them how to use their affinities.
During the escape, they face many problems forcing them to use their affinities by trial and error. They also meet Alizand, the son of the ruling prince of Wesren. Zand has an affinity for Fire and this will keep him from gaining the rule.
Dom Senet, an advisor to his father, and once a friend of the quartet’s parents suspects Zand’s affinity. He wishes to corrupt the teen and use him to gain control of the four princedoms of the land and of the highlands. The evil dom has all four affinities. The four must reach a secret place and find teachers before the evil man discovers them
EXCERPT:
A flash of lightning brightened the sleeping chamber. Ash woke with a start and burrowed into the pillows. The scent of trouble rode the air currents that threaded through the open window slats. Her heart thudded inher chest. Like the beating of a massive drum, thunder sounded. Again, lightning flashed and cast green, white, blue and red slashes against the sky.
The air held no threat of rain. 'Twas like the heat storms of summer, unnatural at this time of year for the waning days of autumn marked the season.
Ash calmed her racing thoughts and tasted the air, for that was her element. A frown formed within and without. From the land beyond the four walls of the henge, she caught the odors of fires, animals and men. From inside the keep, there was little except the aromas of her parents and her siblings. Something was wrong. Where were those who served the Dom and Doma of Wesren? Ash propped herself against the pillows. If she had her younger brother's affinity for the things of earth, she could read the stones of the ancient tower and know what had passed since she;d slept. Where were the male servants and maids? "Twas as though the henge had been abandoned by those who lived within the four walls.
The chamber door creaked. Ash froze until a familiar scent reached her. "Mama, what's wrong?'
The Doma Calanda slipped across the room and sat on the bed. "Ashlea, still your thoughts."
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3 comments:
"The scent of trouble rode the air currents that threaded through the open window slats."
What a wonderful sentence! This whole passage is very atmospheric.
Enjoyed the blurb and excerpt. I have to agree with Lisabet, great sentence. "The scent of trouble rode the air currents that threaded through the open window slats." Thanks for sharing!
Fantas(y)tical hook!
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