The Sword Keeper — excerpt 8

Master Ivanar looked Tamuna in the eye, putting both hands on her trembling shoulders. “We must go south, to the kingdom of Aramand. You’ll be safer there.” “But what if Araste gives chase?” someone asked. Ivanar turned to face the room. “We’ll split up to confuse him. I’ll travel to the coast and alert the… Continue reading The Sword Keeper — excerpt 8

The Sword Keeper — excerpt 7

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Nika stopped at the farmhouse gate and sheepishly turned to face his father. “To the tavern,” he muttered, hoping that was an acceptable response. “Why, boy? The tavern’s closed.” “Sopiko said she still needs me.” And Tamuna’s been sick all day. His father jabbed the pitchfork into the… Continue reading The Sword Keeper — excerpt 7

The Sword Keeper — excerpt 6

Tamuna swallowed again, shooting a nervous glance at her aunt. I’m sorry for all this, she wanted desperately to tell her. Please, forgive me. “Well?” “Y-yes,” she stammered. “Yes, I did.” The man’s eyes narrowed, and he withdrew his hand from her shoulder. For a moment, she wondered if he thought she was lying, but… Continue reading The Sword Keeper — excerpt 6

The Sword Keeper — excerpt 2

Tamuna bit her lip as she finished preparing the food. She could tell from Sopiko’s tone that any further questions would not be tolerated. Her aunt wasn’t a harsh woman, but she could be stern, especially when it came to the tavern. Tamuna sometimes wondered if her mother had been like that: stern and domineering.… Continue reading The Sword Keeper — excerpt 2

WIP excerpt: A Queen in Hiding, chapter 1.1

Take our children to the stars. Reva’s awareness expanded through the dark, cold void of space. She heard, as if from a great distance, a chorus of whispering voices. All around her was darkness, but on the edges of her vision, she saw brief pulses of white-blue light. When she turned to look, however, the… Continue reading WIP excerpt: A Queen in Hiding, chapter 1.1

WIP excerpt: Patriots in Retreat

The bulkheads hummed in the bowels of the Merope-7. Mara palmed open the door to the cryo deck and stepped inside. Cryotanks stood in their slots around the edges of the room. Windows in the upper sections showed the faces of those who were frozen. Sergeant Pallas, his chin tilted upward, his eyes peacefully closed.… Continue reading WIP excerpt: Patriots in Retreat