Thursday, May 16, 2013

Gobelin's For All

Today Kingdoms Gone book two, Horded, goes on free promotion for five days.
You can pick up your gobelin adventure for Kindle or the Kindle app here: http://www.amazon.com/Horded-Kingdoms-Gone-ebook/dp/B00C89W00O/
through Sunday...and so can all your friends. :)

Book one will be available in other formats and from other sellers in about a week, for those waiting for non-kindle versions.
Thanks everyone!

Frances


HORDED
Kingdoms Gone Book Two

Maera lives as an outcast by choice. Guilt-ridden over her past, she hopes only for the punishment she deserves. But when a gobelin warrior steps out of thin air to claim her, Maera is torn between the debt she owes her people, and the selfish yearnings of her own heart. 
Tal is the lowest gobelin, the cursed brother of the horde’s greatest warrior. When he stumbles onto a legendary castle, however, he believes his luck is about to change. But the horde’s enemies have found the thing as well, and Tal’s brother breaks gobelin law to chase a human who is more trouble than she’s worth. 
Now Tal and Maera are the only ones who can save his brother, the one person they both love and the only thing they can agree on. If they fail, the horde will never believe them, and the castle of prophecy will fall into enemy hands. If they succeed, they’ll have to stand together against the full fury of the gobelin horde…

Excerpt:


Tal stood up. He left his bag amidst the thistledown and marched to the edge of the pocket. It ended here, on the incline’s lip, but the view clearly showed a far off sea, a scrap of land, and the last castle of the Old Kingdoms, exposed and ready to be discovered.
“Blood and magic!” he swore. “Torg...” But his brother wasn’t there to answer. Not this time. Still, Tal glanced around the pocket as if Torg might appear to help him, as if the luck of this find had actually been meant for the younger brother, and he’d only arrived a step too soon.
Except Torg was hunting in the Shadow Mountains, and they’d arranged to meet at their usual camp. Tal was here, alone with the thistledown and the view of a castle that could only mean one thing. The gobelin horde had been summoned at last.
As if in answer to his thoughts, a snort rang through the glade. Tal spun from the horizon to face the Guardian. The gargoyle slipped fully into the pocket, and the membrane shivered shut at his passing. The beast towered above Tal, its granite skin bulging over muscles no weapon could defile. A rumble shook its flanks, and the huge, round head swung to fix Tal in the gaze of enormous eyes.
A forked tail swished through the grasses, sending a flurry of thistledown into the air. Tal’s heart thumped. His hand fell toward the hilt of his knife on reflex, even knowing the jagged blade was useless against stone flesh. He stepped sideways, easing one pace toward the membrane he’d so foolishly wandered away from.
The gargoyle snorted again and stepped forward. Tal could feel its breath across his cheek, reminding him just how real, just how lethal the Guardian was. He flexed his grip around the knife he’d only rarely drawn and took another sideways slide toward the edge of the pocket. The gargoyle growled. It stamped one front foot as if to tell him, quite plainly, that it knew he meant to bolt.
Tal froze. He waited for the jaws to snap. Instead, the big head lowered. The stone muzzle waffled at the thistledown, and one front leg, thick as a temple column, bent ever so slightly.
“What?” Tal blurted it, his voice a gravelly reminder of his kind. His tongue danced across the tips of his pointy canines and his green brow lowered in confusion. “What?”
The Guardian made no answer. It only bowed and waited. 


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