Start the final count down. MIST FALCON: Book One Of The Warrior Poet Archives should be out and ready for reading enjoyment in the next few days. As we move into these final days before publication, I wanted to share a little more of the finished product with you.
As a sneak peak, here is the map of The Nine Cities.
Also, I’m giving away the first TWO chapters of MIST FALCON. I’ve been giving away the first chapter, but decided to give you a bit more as we all wait patiently for final formatting. Enter your email address over on the right and I’ll send you the first couple chapters. 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.
“Go out to the estates,” Old Kempt had told Aiden two years past now, “best thing in the world for a young man starting out.”
Aiden had nodded in agreement holding the fear from leaking onto his face. Something of his feelings must have bled through his determination though, because Kempt had winked at him and leaned in closer. “Don’t you mind the stories, lad. Superstition, young Aiden, that’s all it be. You mind old Kempt, now. Go out to them estates and have a look around. You find something out there that someone in the city might want; you bring it back to my shop. I’ll fix you up with a fair sum for it. Could be a fine living for a hard working young man, you mark my words, a fine living.”
“Yeah, alright,” Aiden remembered saying, and that had been that.
Aiden had 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. He 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…
It won’t all fit
in this post. Click over to the right, and I’ll send the first two chapters your way. The careful reader may notice that this snippet isn’t quite the same as the one I posted a few weeks ago. It just goes to show you that nothing is truly final product until the book is published.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the first couple chapters. As ever, stay tuned as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. Counting it down in days now!
As a sneak peak, here is the map of The Nine Cities.
Also, I’m giving away the first TWO chapters of MIST FALCON. I’ve been giving away the first chapter, but decided to give you a bit more as we all wait patiently for final formatting. Enter your email address over on the right and I’ll send you the first couple chapters. 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.
“Go out to the estates,” Old Kempt had told Aiden two years past now, “best thing in the world for a young man starting out.”
Aiden had nodded in agreement holding the fear from leaking onto his face. Something of his feelings must have bled through his determination though, because Kempt had winked at him and leaned in closer. “Don’t you mind the stories, lad. Superstition, young Aiden, that’s all it be. You mind old Kempt, now. Go out to them estates and have a look around. You find something out there that someone in the city might want; you bring it back to my shop. I’ll fix you up with a fair sum for it. Could be a fine living for a hard working young man, you mark my words, a fine living.”
“Yeah, alright,” Aiden remembered saying, and that had been that.
Aiden had 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. He 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…
It won’t all fit
in this post. Click over to the right, and I’ll send the first two chapters your way. The careful reader may notice that this snippet isn’t quite the same as the one I posted a few weeks ago. It just goes to show you that nothing is truly final product until the book is published.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the first couple chapters. As ever, stay tuned as we grow closer to publication date for MIST FALCON. Counting it down in days now!
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