For those who have followed this series, for those who have read the Shadowbearer, here is your first sighting of a grown Celina, Ancel’s sister. Part of the prologue. AEGIS OF THE GODS BOOK 3 Queen Celina was of a mind to order one of her Deathbringers to take Commander Giomar’s head. A few steps below her throne, on bended knee, head bowed, he had attempted to defend his erroneous ways. Now, he awaited her judgment. To his credit, after his return from Granadia, he had seen fit to present himself to her properly groomed and in the formal sky blue uniform of his station. If he died today, he would do so with some semblance of honor and tradition. She appreciated the gesture. Lips pursed, she eyed Deathbringer Kudric. Large and swarthy for an Alzari, a reflection of the clansman’s mixed breeding with the...
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Cover Art for next fantasy book
The next Aegis of the Gods book is almost ready. There’s something to be said about good covers, and I have worked to try come up with covers that will draw my reader in. I hope my fans appreciate the effort. Covers have always been a drawing point for me, even now when I read primarily on my tablet. When browsing, I always go cover first before I read the blurb and a sample. I just feel the cover is important. Not as important as the contents of the book, as you truly can’t judge a book by it’s cover (sorry, I had to), but a good cover might tell you that the author or publisher cared about what his book looked like to his potential reader. Having said that, here’s some early work on my latest cover....
Ashes and Blood: Book 2 Aegis of the Gods
Here is the prologue to Book 2, Ashes and Blood. Prelude to Ascension They arrived at the gathering within the featureless chamber as they always did. A portal slit the air from left to right, turned sideways, and opened into the shape of an eye. Wreathed in oily smoke, many-faceted eyes reflecting the torchlight, tentacles blacker than midnight, the creatures stepped through one after the other. Armor of chitin and ebon steel glistened, and their wriggling minions appeared as if from nothing. There were nine of them in all, each at least twenty feet in height. Nine netherlings. Despite the fact that dreams had no physical effect on reality, she still shied away from them. But being in a dream had no bearing on the miasma emanating from the netherlings. Death, decay, the perfume of fresh blooms, wet earth after new rain, the northern chill,...
