I’m on the last steps on final edits of MIST FALCON: BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES. As we move into these final weeks before publication, I wanted to share something of the finished product with you.
First, just to show that nothing is final until publication (and let’s be honest there could be a few typos slip through even then) here is the slightly updated MIST FALCON cover art. This comes care of the wonderful people at www.busybeebookcovers.com , without whom this cover would not look nearly as amazing as it does.
Second, I’m giving away the first chapter of MIST FALCON. Enter your email address over on the right and I’ll send it out to you. Here is the first snippet for you:
I write this now, chiseled in Stone and wrapped in Wind…
Chapter 1
He was just squatting. The house wasn’t his. But then, as far as Aiden knew, the house wasn’t really anyone’s anymore. No one had lived in most of the country homes surrounding Oustenbasch since the revolt and the most recent Princes’ War had ravaged the entire territory. Now the once grand estates were little more than burnt out husks, long since pillaged, offering their shelter to small animals and the occasional squatter. Squatting, as it turned out, just happened to be Aiden’s specialty.
He settled down in this particular home, what was once the Lanchestor Estate according to the still-standing stonework of the front entry, nearly a month ago. Aiden found himself loathe to leave. The roof of Lanchestor Hall still stood, defiantly repelling rain, and Aiden had grown use to the dry sleeping conditions. He hadn’t known such dependable dryness since the Touch had killed his father, burned down his home and taken Jansen, Aiden’s older brother, all as payment for what Aiden’s father had owed.
Aiden forced thoughts of the past away, focusing on the here and now. He looked again at the great stone entry as he passed beneath its grandeur. The huge doors had long since been torn down and hauled away, but the entry still stood, gaping wide—inviting any who dared enter. He liked it here at this quiet estate. Still, other than shelter, he had gotten about as much as he was going to from the Lanchestors…
It won’t all fit in this post. Click over to the right, and I’ll send the first chapter your way.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the cover and the first chapter. As ever, stay tuned for some more exciting pieces as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. And in case you missed the synopsis when I posted a while back, here is a short glimpse into the world of MIST FALCON:
“I write this now, chiseled in stone and wrapped in wind with the hope that you may yet be saved from my folly. Avoid my errors and do not follow in my footsteps, save in greater preparation and wisdom than I have shown. Do not be fooled by the appearance of things. They are so rarely as they seem in this.”
In a kingdom shattered by war and never properly healed, Aiden is whirled out of his ordinary life scraping-by, scavenging the outskirts of Oustenbasch, one of the Nine Cities. Through total loss and driven by revenge, Aiden finds himself fretfully navigating a world of political mayhem while floundering through power in a magic he never dreamed to control.
Willem is a traveling musical prodigy, his voice and talent drawing crowds and filling taverns along with his troupe’s coffers. All the golden eagles in the realm can’t protect him, though, when the Swaar raiders attack the town of Bellcross, sending him scurrying into a life he would never have chosen, questioning the meaning of his existence while wrestling with a music that may be more powerful than he had ever imagined.
Known amongst all the Swaar as “Wolf Rider”, Ren Tako lives and dies by his axe and the strength of his arm. Tako finds himself blown into a situation where he must choose between loyalty to his Dal, the famed Rock Giant, and following a new destiny that could cost him everything he has ever believed or gain him everything he has ever dreamed.
Welcome to the Nine Cities and the Waste beyond to the East. Come ride with me. Soar above a broken land in search of a glimmer of hope, an uncut gem hidden to all but the most perceiving eyes. Come fly with me to the towers of Holmsguard and beyond, and see what it is to be MIST FALCON.
There you have it. MIST FALCON, BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES in snap shot teaser. Sign up for the first chapter free and I’ll send it your way.
First, just to show that nothing is final until publication (and let’s be honest there could be a few typos slip through even then) here is the slightly updated MIST FALCON cover art. This comes care of the wonderful people at www.busybeebookcovers.com , without whom this cover would not look nearly as amazing as it does.
Second, I’m giving away the first chapter of MIST FALCON. Enter your email address over on the right and I’ll send it out to you. Here is the first snippet for you:
I write this now, chiseled in Stone and wrapped in Wind…
Chapter 1
He was just squatting. The house wasn’t his. But then, as far as Aiden knew, the house wasn’t really anyone’s anymore. No one had lived in most of the country homes surrounding Oustenbasch since the revolt and the most recent Princes’ War had ravaged the entire territory. Now the once grand estates were little more than burnt out husks, long since pillaged, offering their shelter to small animals and the occasional squatter. Squatting, as it turned out, just happened to be Aiden’s specialty.
He settled down in this particular home, what was once the Lanchestor Estate according to the still-standing stonework of the front entry, nearly a month ago. Aiden found himself loathe to leave. The roof of Lanchestor Hall still stood, defiantly repelling rain, and Aiden had grown use to the dry sleeping conditions. He hadn’t known such dependable dryness since the Touch had killed his father, burned down his home and taken Jansen, Aiden’s older brother, all as payment for what Aiden’s father had owed.
Aiden forced thoughts of the past away, focusing on the here and now. He looked again at the great stone entry as he passed beneath its grandeur. The huge doors had long since been torn down and hauled away, but the entry still stood, gaping wide—inviting any who dared enter. He liked it here at this quiet estate. Still, other than shelter, he had gotten about as much as he was going to from the Lanchestors…
It won’t all fit in this post. Click over to the right, and I’ll send the first chapter your way.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the cover and the first chapter. As ever, stay tuned for some more exciting pieces as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. And in case you missed the synopsis when I posted a while back, here is a short glimpse into the world of MIST FALCON:
“I write this now, chiseled in stone and wrapped in wind with the hope that you may yet be saved from my folly. Avoid my errors and do not follow in my footsteps, save in greater preparation and wisdom than I have shown. Do not be fooled by the appearance of things. They are so rarely as they seem in this.”
In a kingdom shattered by war and never properly healed, Aiden is whirled out of his ordinary life scraping-by, scavenging the outskirts of Oustenbasch, one of the Nine Cities. Through total loss and driven by revenge, Aiden finds himself fretfully navigating a world of political mayhem while floundering through power in a magic he never dreamed to control.
Willem is a traveling musical prodigy, his voice and talent drawing crowds and filling taverns along with his troupe’s coffers. All the golden eagles in the realm can’t protect him, though, when the Swaar raiders attack the town of Bellcross, sending him scurrying into a life he would never have chosen, questioning the meaning of his existence while wrestling with a music that may be more powerful than he had ever imagined.
Known amongst all the Swaar as “Wolf Rider”, Ren Tako lives and dies by his axe and the strength of his arm. Tako finds himself blown into a situation where he must choose between loyalty to his Dal, the famed Rock Giant, and following a new destiny that could cost him everything he has ever believed or gain him everything he has ever dreamed.
Welcome to the Nine Cities and the Waste beyond to the East. Come ride with me. Soar above a broken land in search of a glimmer of hope, an uncut gem hidden to all but the most perceiving eyes. Come fly with me to the towers of Holmsguard and beyond, and see what it is to be MIST FALCON.
There you have it. MIST FALCON, BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES in snap shot teaser. Sign up for the first chapter free and I’ll send it your way.
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