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The midday sun of the late summer day beamed on the caravan consisting of three Rover wagons, several extra coursers and eight riders. Val tugged off his neck cloth and wiped his sweaty brow. Today he rode as rear guard and used his affinity for Water to search for emotions that spoke of strangers. As yet, the group seemed to be the only travelers for miles.
He scanned the horizon. The grassy plains stretched to the east and the west of the old rutted road leading toward a distant grove of trees. The forest could hide attackers, but as yet he sensed no unknown enemies.
The heavy loads stored in the wagons caused the slow progress. Val had to admit Doma Jandia was the best trader he had ever encountered. Not only did they have extra mounts there was enough food and grain to last a month or more along with the tools they needed to repair the abandoned keep. He grinned. They still had credit with the Rovers.
An outburst of angry emotions impinged on his peace. Val’s hands clenched. Four days of travel beneath a hot sun had brought tempers to the fore, especially from those whose affinity for Fire guided their actions.
Ky and her courser tore toward him. With one hand she held the reins. The other hand held a raised sword that blazed with flames. Behind her, Zand galloped. His sword showed a plume of fire. “Take that back,” he shouted.
Val rode toward the pair. “Enough,” he cried. “Dampen those flames. Do you want to set the grass aflame and endanger us all?”
“She called me a baby,” Zand said.
Val sucked in a breath. “What did you say to her?”
“That I was better with a sword.”
Val nodded. “Since you have been practicing with one since you could hold a blade, how else could you be? I say you’re both acting like children.” In some ways they both were, not only in age but in experience. “Why don’t the pair of you spar after evening meal when Dragen can watch and comment?”
The flames on Ky’s sword died. She turned to Zand. “A good idea.”
“Just blades. No flames,” Zand said.
The pair wheeled and rode off. Val watched them go. Sometimes he wished he could use his affinity for Water to empty a cloud on his friends’ heads. A longing for shade and coolness arose. Would they reach the trees in time to make camp for the night?
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By the time I reached the third book of this series, the main characters had found their safe place and teachers to learn how to use their affinities for the elements. Then through searching the winds by those with Air affinity, they learned there were more out there like they were. They divide into groups and set out to find these others. They also looked for more of the things to enhancetheir posers. Swords, flutes, cups and staffs. The weather in the lower lands where they must search held wild storms. Also during thie time, one of the groups encountered a wreck and they learned there was a new enemy, one who seemed more powerful than their other enemies, thus presenting another problem. Writing this segment was interesting and also hard to show how each of the groups fared.
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EXCERPT
The midday sun of the late summer day
beamed on the caravan consisting of three Rover wagons, several extra coursers
and eight riders. Val tugged off his neck cloth and wiped his sweaty brow.
Today he rode as rear guard and used his affinity for Water to search for
emotions that spoke of strangers. As yet, the group seemed to be the only
travelers for miles.
He scanned the horizon. The grassy plains
stretched to the east and the west of the old rutted road leading toward a
distant grove of trees. The forest could hide attackers, but as yet he sensed
no unknown enemies.
The heavy loads stored in the wagons caused
the slow progress. Val had to admit Doma Jandia was the best trader he had ever
encountered. Not only did they have extra mounts there was enough food and
grain to last a month or more along with the tools they needed to repair the
abandoned keep. He grinned. They still had credit with the Rovers.
An outburst of angry emotions impinged on
his peace. Val’s hands clenched. Four days of travel beneath a hot sun had
brought tempers to the fore, especially from those whose affinity for Fire
guided their actions.
Ky and her courser tore toward him. With
one hand she held the reins. The other hand held a raised sword that blazed
with flames. Behind her, Zand galloped. His sword showed a plume of fire. “Take
that back,” he shouted.
Val rode toward the pair. “Enough,” he
cried. “Dampen those flames. Do you want to set the grass aflame and endanger
us all?”
“She called me a baby,” Zand said.
Val sucked in a breath. “What did you say
to her?”
“That I was better with a sword.”
Val nodded. “Since you have been practicing
with one since you could hold a blade, how else could you be? I say you’re both
acting like children.” In some ways they both were, not only in age but in
experience. “Why don’t the pair of you spar after evening meal when Dragen can
watch and comment?”
The flames on Ky’s sword died. She turned
to Zand. “A good idea.”
“Just blades. No flames,” Zand said.
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In Searches, the characters we;ve met in the other books are active. Those with affinities split into groups. They search for the rest of the young people to fill their ranks making four in each affinity group. Among the new characters are Sydli, Kirlon, Rogier, Tamlia and Mikel.
A second search is for the symbols of their affinity, a sword, a cup, a flute and a staff.
The third group searches for a source of the gems that enhance their powers.
Another evil opponent enters the picture He Who Walks With Evil who unites with Senet.
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Join the authors at #MFRWHooks here http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com For some great excerpts. Mine is from Searches - The young people leave their haven to search for others like them and for their symbols of power
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Having found a safe place in a tower fortress, the four and their companions set out to find what they need to defeat Dom Senet and He Who Walks With Evil. They divide into three groups. The first group seeks the focus stones that enhance their affinities. The second group looks for the remaining artifacts, the swords, the staffs, the flutes and the scrying bowls. The third group sets out to find those with their affinities to round the groups to four of earth, four water, four air and four fire. Their strength will be needed in the final battle.
Excerpt:
Val lifted the basket of fruit. “We need to approach the walls with caution. According to Dragen, the place has been empty for generations. Who knows what pests have taken refuge there. Bran and I should go first and see what creatures we can send away.”
“Sending them away might not be a good idea. What if they return?”
Bran strolled toward them. “She’s right. Ash and Kirlon can scent the air. You and I can call them. Zand and Ky can send fire to burn them. I imagine we’ll encounter ratis.”
Val considered both plans and realized Bran’s was more sensible. “Sounds like your idea is the best one. We need to discuss this with Dragen and Doma Jandia.”
“With everyone.” Ash walked toward the fire.
The next morning, the six sent out for the keep. Ash and Kirlon led the group. The walls drew closer. Val saw parts of the structure had gaps where stones had fallen. They entered where there had once been a wooden gate and halted. The tall central tower seemed intact as did the single story building that ran from the front and around the sides of the tower.
Ash looked at them, “I smell ratis and several scents I don’t know. They are foul.”
“Spiders, snakes and other vermin,” Kirlon said.
“Are they hostile to the ratis?” Bran asked.
“I don’t know. Their odor is unpleasant,” Ash said. “Maybe there are scorpons lurking.”
A yowl startled Val. He turned to see both pair of forstcats move toward the building. He drew a deep breath. “Are we ready?”
“Yes,” the others said.
Val sent a call message. He heard Bran’s urging join his. A swarm of black, brown and white mottled creatures poured from the building. How had so many survived when there were no people? Then he became too involved in destroying the pests to find an answer.
Lashes of flame shot from the swords Ky and Zand carried. Val, Kirlon and Bran used slingshots to pelt the mass. The forstcats caught the stunned creatures and snapped their necks. The stench of burning fur made Val’s stomach lurch. Slowly, the stench faded. He realized Ash stirred the air to drive the odors away.
Val continued to call ratis until only nestlings appeared. The forstcats shredded these with their claws and ran into the single story annex of the keep. Val and the others followed. The four felines flowed into narrow cracks in the walls. They drove vividly colored lizards and bronze striped snakes into the open.
Once the lower level was clear of vermin, the six escorted by the forstcats, moved from level to level of the tower making sure each of the four floors were vermin-free before moving to the next.
The tower stairs were on the right-hand side of the building and had openings on each level into a hall. On the first two floors of the keep tower a large chamber and a bathing room provided sleeping space for groups. The young women chose the first level and the young men the second. On each of the other floors there were four chambers and a bathing room. Doma Jandia and Dragen would be comfortable there.
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The midday sun of the late summer
day beamed on the caravan consisting of three Rover wagons, several extra
coursers and eight riders. Val tugged off his neck cloth and wiped his sweaty
brow. Today he rode as rear guard and used his affinity for Water to search for
emotions that spoke of strangers. As yet, the group seemed to be the only
travelers for miles.
He scanned the horizon. The grassy
plains stretched to the east and the west of the old rutted road leading toward
a distant grove of trees. The forest could hide attackers, but as yet he sensed
no unknown enemies.
The heavy loads stored in the wagons
caused the slow progress. Val had to admit Doma Jandia was the best trader he
had ever encountered. Not only did they have extra mounts there was enough food
and grain to last a month or more along with the tools they needed to repair
the abandoned keep. He grinned. They still had credit with the Rovers.
An outburst of angry emotions
impinged on his peace. Val’s hands clenched. Four days of travel beneath a hot
sun had brought tempers to the fore, especially from those whose affinity for
Fire guided their actions.
Ky and her courser tore toward him.
With one hand she held the reins. The other hand held a raised sword that
blazed with flames. Behind her, Zand galloped. His sword showed a plume of
fire. “Take that back,” he shouted.
Val rode toward the pair. “Enough,”
he cried. “Dampen those flames. Do you want to set the grass aflame and
endanger us all?”
“She called me a baby,” Zand said.
Val sucked in a breath. “What did
you say to her?”
“That I was better with a sword.”
Val nodded. “Since you have been
practicing with one since you could hold a blade, how else could you be? I say
you’re both acting like children.” In some ways they both were, not only in age
but in experience. “Why don’t the pair of you spar after evening meal when
Dragen can watch and comment?”
The flames on Ky’s sword died. She
turned to Zand. “A good idea.”
“Just blades. No flames,” Zand said.
The pair wheeled and rode off. Val
watched them go. Sometimes he wished he could use his affinity for Water to
empty a cloud on his friends’ heads. A longing for shade and coolness arose.
Would they reach the trees in time to make camp for the night?
Why were there no farms or villages
in this area? Was this part of the highlands? He knew the Rovers’ camp was in
the neutral ground between the lowlands and the highlands. How much further
must they travel to reach the deserted keep Dragen knew? The abandoned dwelling
was to be a refuge where they could learn to use their affinities. This meant
another change in his life.
