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Release Tour & Giveaway: The Shield Soren by D.M. Cain
The
Shield of Soren
The
Light and Shadow Chronicles Book 2
by
D.M. Cain
Genre:
Epic Fantasy
Ten-year-old
Soren Nitaya's marked talent makes him the youngest soldier ever to
become an apprentice to the legendary warrior, Raven Lennox. As a
prince of Alcherys, he will be expected to fight in the eternal war
against the Brotherhood of Shadow when he reaches sixteen.
But
is the young prince up to the task when he's more interested in
causing mischief than in mastering weapons?
When
one of Soren’s adventures goes off course, he unwittingly unleashes
a deadly threat. It appears that an age-old prophecy is finally
coming to pass, and Soren and his family must take a perilous journey
deep into their enemy's land. Does Soren have what it takes to save
his country before the Brotherhood destroys everyone and everything
he loves?
The Shield of Soren Excerpt
With a loud clang of metal slamming into metal, the final bolt was undone. Reign slowly pulled the door open, and Vincent found his breath catching in his throat.
High-pitched whimpering came from the tiny bundle of rags cowering at the back of the cage. Her long silver hair parted for a moment and Vincent could see her wide, silver eyes, terrified and innocent. Vincent’s skin prickled with discomfort. He hoped that Reign had a damned good reason for capturing a small child like this.
Beside the glass cage were two oil lamps, both resting unlit. Reign reached up and took one down. Then, in a single savage moment, he slammed the lamp onto the floor of her cage. The girl screamed in terror and covered her head with her hands, but he hadn’t been aiming for her.
The shattered glass gave way to a stream of oil that spread out in a pool across the floor. This seemed to scare the girl even more, and she began to cry quietly, sobbing into her clenched hands.
Reign looked back at Vincent. Excitement flashed in his eyes as he drew a match from a box in his pocket. A small flare of light, a flicker of sulphur and a small flame danced on top of the match. With another laugh, Reign tossed the match into the glass cage.
Vincent gasped as the oil ignited in a rush of intense heat. The entire floor of the cage burst into flames. Vincent tried to rush forwards to save the girl from a fiery death, but the heat was too intense. A hand tapped incessantly at his shoulder, and he tried to brush it away, but Reign grabbed hold of his hand.
“Look! Look!” Reign shouted excitedly, pointing at the cage.
When his eyes fell upon the cage, Vincent froze to the spot, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets. “But…how?”
The girl, who Vincent had assumed would be burning in agony, was somehow floating above the flames, hovering at the top of her cage. From her back sprouted two enormous wings of the purest white feathers Vincent had ever seen. The two beautiful white fans could only just fit within the confines of the cage, and as she beat them to stay afloat they fanned the flames beneath her.
It wasn’t just her wings that dazzled Vincent with their purity. Her whole body had adopted an ethereal, almost ghostly, silver aura, her hair shimmering with radiance. She didn’t seem too frightened any more, but there was a definite hint of sadness in her gentle eyes.
Vincent studied her carefully, struggling to catch his breath, which he hadn’t realised he had been holding. “What is she?” he managed to croak.
Reign grinned and draped an arm across Vincent’s shoulder. “She, my friend, is an angel.”
A
Chronicle of Chaos
The
Light and Shadow Chronicles Book 1
In
a world ravaged by war, the paths of two warriors are about to cross
with world-changing consequences.
Chaos
is a soldier of The Children of the Light, and fights in the name of
destiny, honor and glory. Arrogant and headstrong, he believes he is
the strongest warrior in the land, until a fateful coincidence puts
him at the mercy of the demon Anathema.
The
two strike up an intense rivalry, but their obsession to destroy one
another only leads them closer together. When the forces of Light and
Dark collide, where will their loyalties lie?
D.M.
Cain is a dystopian and fantasy author working for Creativia
Publishing.
The Light and Shadow Chronicles series features a range of books
which can be read in any order. The first of these to be written was
A
Chronicle of Chaos.
The
Shield of Soren
will be released in March 2017. She is currently working on the next
novel in the Light and Shadow Chronicles series, The
Sins of Silas,
as well as two complementary novellas entitled Genesis
of Light
and Origin
of Shadow.
Cain
has released one stand-alone novel: The
Phoenix Project,
a psychological thriller set in a dystopian future. The Phoenix
Project was the winner of the 2016 Kindle Book Review Best Sci-Fi
novel Award.
D.M.
Cain is also a member of the International Thriller Writers and one
of the creators and administrators of the online author group
#Awethors. Her short story The
End
was published in Awethology
Dark:
an
anthology by the #Awethors.
Cain
lives in Leicestershire,
UK
with her husband and young son, and spends her time reading, writing
and reviewing books, playing RPGs and listening to symphonic metal.
Blog Tour: GROND: The Raven High by Yuri Hamaganov
by Yuri Hamaganov
Genre: YA Scifi
Release Date: April 2017
The only hope for those trapped on a dying Earth are the
Changed the seven bioengineered post-humans who work in their separate manufacturing facilities orbiting high above the planet.
Genre: YA Scifi
Release Date: April 2017
Summary:
In the year 2086, Earth is exhausted. The seas have been emptied, the bedrock and soil stripped of their resources, and the superheated atmosphere churns with terrible storms. Those who can afford to do so live in the limbo of virtual reality, and thebillions who suffer in poverty have no work, no clean water, and no security from the chaos.
In the year 2086, Earth is exhausted. The seas have been emptied, the bedrock and soil stripped of their resources, and the superheated atmosphere churns with terrible storms. Those who can afford to do so live in the limbo of virtual reality, and thebillions who suffer in poverty have no work, no clean water, and no security from the chaos.
The only hope for those trapped on a dying Earth are the
Changed the seven bioengineered post-humans who work in their separate manufacturing facilities orbiting high above the planet.
Raised from birth for their work and fully matured at ten
years old, their genius provides the nanomaterials that have begun to cleanse Earth of the pollutants that have wiped out almost the entire ecosphere. But for Olga Voronov, youngest of the Changed, the isolationand endless toil are not the greatest of her challenges. Down on Earth there are those who resent and fear her talents and would prefer that humanity not be given the second chance that only she could make possible
About the Author
Yuri Hamaganov lives in Moscow. He created the eight-volume GROND series as a present for
himself when he was twelve years old. This was the story he had always dreamed of exploring,
and when he realized that nobody had written it for him, he set out to do it himself.
years old, their genius provides the nanomaterials that have begun to cleanse Earth of the pollutants that have wiped out almost the entire ecosphere. But for Olga Voronov, youngest of the Changed, the isolationand endless toil are not the greatest of her challenges. Down on Earth there are those who resent and fear her talents and would prefer that humanity not be given the second chance that only she could make possible
Buy Link: Amazon
Excerpt 8 – CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE END OF CHILDHOOD
…The orbital cannon, flying five hundred kilometers over the High House, readily obeyed the code introduced by Petrov, coming under his command in manual mode. He didn’t have to switch on the long-range radars since the House’s path was fixed and the curator only needed to introduce the station’s coordinates. Then he watched as the thirty-meter barrel turned on its electric drives.
He switched on the precise guidance telescope. What was left now was to aim at the ship moored to the axis. The cannon’s guidance system would independently calculate the required lead. Now the thin red lines were coming together on the Swan’s bow, where Petrov hoped the control post was. He didn’t want to hit the reactor compartment.
The cannon accumulators fully charged; the fragmentary round was in the barrel. The target was attached to the High House and therefore couldn’t evade, and it wasn’t protected by jamming. Everything promised an ideal shot.
“Well, dear citizens engaged in alcoholism, hooliganism, and parasitism!” Petrov announced with unconcealed relish. “Time for the fate you so richly deserve!”
A space artillery gun is an inconspicuous thing. It fires without a bright flash or deafening sound of a shot. But the shell, boosted by the pulse-driven electrode accelerator, rushed to the target at a speed of eighty kilometers per second.
“Ensign Voronov is calling Electra Donovan. Over.” Olga’s voice was even as usual, showing no emotions.
“Wha-a-a-t? You’re still alive?”
Olga smiled wryly and looked out the porthole.
“Alive, my friend. And now I’ll show you my funny trick!”
“Beautiful!” Olga exclaimed, watching with admiration as bow of the Black Swan shattered to hundreds of glittering fragments. The shell that hit the yacht exploded inside it, producing thousands of splinters in the shape of curved saber. They cut through everything on their way—partitions, equipment, spacesuits, human bodies … The maneuvering engines and oxygen tanks exploded. The controls inside the ship threw off showers of sparks. The dazzling flame flared up and died out. The metal and ceramite bulged outward, then came apart in a donut-shaped ring of shrapnel. Only the reactor compartment, protected by armor, survived. The High House’s docking unit was damaged, but it was of no significance now.
With the destruction of the generator, the pain vanished like a nightmare. Olga regained control of the station and immediately introduced new security codes that would make any further hacking impossible. Simultaneously an SOS signal and an encoded short message detailing the attack on the station left for Earth…
Yuri Hamaganov lives in Moscow. He created the eight-volume GROND series as a present for
himself when he was twelve years old. This was the story he had always dreamed of exploring,
and when he realized that nobody had written it for him, he set out to do it himself.
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