He makes his second mistake when the pirate Black Iris tricks him into letting dozens of men, women and children die in a fire. Demetrius is imprisoned in grief and disgrace.
But he can atone. The Black Iris is dead. The Ivory Rose has risen to the top of the pirates and is leading brutal raids on the coast. If Demetrius can capture and kill her, he'll win his pardon.
And then Demetrius discovers the Ivory Rose is Eleyna. He must decide which will be his third mistake: losing his last chance at a pardon or destroying the one woman he's ever loved.
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From Chapter 6:
Eleyna & Halcyon (29617)
Demetrius made no
response, he was lost in a battle all of his own making now. The challenge of
Halcyon was forgotten, he had overcome that, but he now had to succeed in a new
struggle – to be a soldier. Demetrius had decided to turn his back on the
shepherd life that his father desperately wanted for him in favour of following
and emulating his grandfather. Deep down, Demetrius hoped that if he made his
grandfather proud then Granicus would reveal the most sought after secret in
all of Dove’s Meadow – why Granicus had chosen not to join the Order and bring
untold fame to the town.
Demetrius heard
another rumble of thunder and between the Green and Pirels Mountains he saw
lightning strike briefly. His clothes were now sodden and his feet were
uncomfortable in his shoes but Demetrius was beyond such constraints. Dove’s
Meadow didn’t feel like it was just below him to the left. Instead, it was
almost as if just the narrow walk along the perimeter wall existed and that
losing his balance either way would see him fall into a void of nothingness.
Everything hinged on Demetrius’ continued steps.
Granicus had once
told Demetrius of one of the rebellions he had fought when he was in the army.
The rebels had lined up to take on the might of the Himordian army on a sodden
battlefield with rain, thunder and lightning doing nothing to turn any man or
woman from the conflict. Demetrius imagined he was in that moment now, facing
the same dangers that his grandfather had faced.
From Chapter 25: The
Edge of the World (29631)
Pockets of
swirling magic dust rose from the surface of the pink and violet water as it came
into contact with the white beam that formed the perimeter of all Elenchera.
The beam was not a perfect circle around the world, or a straight line, but led
a jagged and uneven course, creating four distinct edges from four heavily
defined promontories.
The west edge of
Elenchera had been known to the earliest settlers in Gremilda – the magic dust
that rose from the surrounding ocean gave the Gremildans the silver streaks in
their hair and their glistening blue eyes – but one had to stand right by the
edge to be truly close to magic.
A small island of
rock overlooked the west edge, its surface blemished only by the presence of
eight beautifully carved statues that stood on the outskirts of the island.
Each one depicted a Gremildan of great distinction. The oldest was of a pioneer
named Victor who had led the first successful crossing of the Raintops
Mountains, opening the route into West Gremilda in the Second Shard. The most
recent was of Moravia, a brilliant naval commander who had kept the island safe
from invasion in the Ninth Shard.
The island by the
west edge had long been considered sacred ground to the Gremildans. Only the
Protectors and scientists were ever permitted to make the short crossing across
the ocean to step foot on the island. The code had been broken by successful
rebellions in the past but none more desecrating than the arrival of the
Eligantian colonists. Many of the colonists had made the journey to the island
but despite relentless pressure and persecution they had failed to yield the
secrets of how to cast magic.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
David Brown could be considered a fantasy fanatic,
especially since he has spent the last 10 years developing a 47,000-year
history for his fictional world of Elenchera. When converting his obsession
into literary form, David commits himself to a rigorous writing and editing
process before his work can meet his approval. Combined with the critical eye
of his wife and a BA Hons in History and English, David's dedication leads him
to his goal of inspiring readers through heartfelt stories and characters.
Although David is inspired primarily by fantasy fiction,
he also finds his muse in the form of anime, world cinema, history, and
biographies. His own books, Fezariu's Epiphany and A World Apart, and the
in-progress Ansel's Remorse and The Stars Beneath the Parapets combine aspects
from worlds both old and new into compelling tales of a world not soon
forgotten. David himself certainly does not lack a spirit of adventure; in
fact, he left his job in 2007 in order to spend a month travelling. Second only
to meeting and marrying his wife, David counts this as one of the most amazing
experiences of his life.
LINKS:
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