Fear walks with those in power.
Divided, the land of Chem hangs in the balance. In the west the Ravens seek to bring safety to women, and an end to slavery. In the east the remaining covens cling to their power, refusing to give up their way of life to foreign invaders. Across both lands the priests whisper and plot, their gods a shadowy threat hanging over them all.
To protect their young family, Kesta and Jorrun have made their home in the Raven Tower of Elden. Unable to abandon their responsibility or friends, they remain embroiled in the fight to the north. Whilst peace and friendship blossom between the Fulmers, Borrows and Elden, the arrival of strangers turns the court of Taurmaline upside down.
The history of the Fire-walkers is about to catch up with them, and the Fire-spirit’s truth will be revealed.
This Extract is taken from Chapter one of Raven Storm, where our main characters once again find themselves called away from home and safety.
Jorrun spread the map of Chem on the table. They had altered it many times, the border between east and west moving as towns and cities changed allegiance. In the west each province was ruled by a democracy of sorts, overseen and protected by the Ravens. There was no slavery, women were equal, and they traded freely with Elden, the Fulmers, and the Borrows. To the right of the border, in the east, Covens of sorcerers still ruled most provinces; slavery was still their biggest economy and included every woman.
Jorrun’s long forefinger touched the circle that indicated the city of Parsiphay. It lay a long way inside the eastern border, on the south coast. Kesta’s heart clenched at the pain in his eyes.
‘It’s only been seven years.’ She reached out to squeeze his arm. ‘We’ve achieved more than we could ever have hoped.’
He moistened his bottom lip with his tongue and sighed. ‘I know.’
His gaze moved to Joss and Kesta guessed Jorrun was thinking of his brother, the uncle after whom Joss was named but would never meet.
‘There’s something else.’ Kesta leafed through the parchments for the one she needed. ‘The Ravens think they’ve found your sister! Catya and Cassien are on their way to verify the reports.’
Jorrun stood so suddenly he almost knocked his chair over. He reached the fireplace in two long strides, grabbing the mantel and leaning to rest his head against it.
Azrael stopped singing. Joss sat upright, his wide eyes watering as he stared at his father. Kesta quickly moved around the table to hug Joss and kiss the top of his head, using the magic of a fire-walker to send him calm.
‘I need to go back to Chem,’ Jorrun said through gritted teeth.
Author Bio – I often get asked when I knew I was a writer; the answer is always. A writer is what I am, it’s in my soul. There have been times in my life when I couldn’t write, and times when my writing has been the only thing that kept me going. I think I always longed for something deeper from life, something more meaningful, and I found it in my imagination and in the music of words.
It was poetry which first caught my attention, and whilst my younger cousins called for ghost stories it was animals I first wrote of. I think I gravitated toward fantasy because of the freedom it gives, I could create my own worlds and decide my own rules. My Wind’s Children trilogy was born from an image that came to me whilst daydreaming, of a young man sitting alone below a bridge. I didn’t know who he was; it turns out neither did he, but we found out together.
I’m now working on my seventh book and love writing more than ever, it’s an addiction, an obsession, but one I now share with my wonderful writing family. My beta readers, my editor, and you, my readers, having you with me on my journey means the world to me.
I write as much as I can around work, but I also try to squeeze in a ridiculous amount of hobbies! I’m a wildlife photographer and do a little archery. I paint, sculpt with clay, withies and driftwood, preferring to be outdoors if I can. I still have a love for the theatre, having started out in life studying backstage crafts, and a great love for language. I speak a little French, Romanian and Italian, ma non molto bene!
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