Edana is the finest courier in the Six kingdoms. With her black stallion Midnight, she has built a reputation. But a robbery attempt and cursed blade turn her world upside down.
Now fighting for her life, Edana must rely on unexpected friends and kind-hearted strangers who introduce Magic and Prophecy into her life. Tales of elves, dwarfs and elementals are proving true.
Is Edana really who they say she is? Can she really bring closure to an ages old tragedy? Or will events that took place before her birth doom her and all who love her to utter destruction?
Excerpt
Riding
through the storm, Edana sighed as the shelter finally came in sight.
She had been riding for hours in the massive storm. The crash of
the thunder had become just background noise to her. As her horse
stumbled to a halt, she pulled her mind together and with great
effort looked around. They had stopped in front of the first travel
shelter she had seen in days. It was one of a series of small
buildings scattered along the old grand highway or should have been.
Most had been left to the elements, falling to ruins that had barely
a single wall to set a tent against. With an effort of will she
unclasped the hand holding the reins, her fingers were white from the
cold. She pushed back her heavy, wet hair with a shaking hand and
sighed wearily. "This is a good enough place. Time to rest."
With a
groan she leaned to the side and slid off the animal's back. Landing
in a heap on the ground, she lay panting. "We traveled too long
this time, boy."
The
horse put his head down and nudged her, whickering. She reached up
and grabbed his halter and the horse pulled his head back, helping
her stand. "Thanks, boy," she murmured. Leaning against
his warm bulk, she surveyed the shelter. From here it looked solid.
That was to be hoped for, as the weather outside was abysmal. She
slowly put one foot in front of the other and led her horse toward
the front door. The stables were off to the side but she did not
think she could make it there and back to the shelter, she was so
tired. Pushing open the door she headed inside.
The
shelter was black as sin inside but she knew that lamps were kept
just inside these shelters and she groped around until she felt the
cool metal of a traveler's lamp. Picking it up she shook it gently
to see if it had any oil inside. There was a satisfying splash, so
she fumbled in her pockets and pulled out her striker. It took three
tries but she finally got it lit.
The
lamp threw out a pool of golden light across half the room. The
travel shelter consisted of one great room with a fire pit in the
center. She could see a neat pile of firewood to the left and large
wooden chests along the right. A smile crossed her weary face as she
opened one and saw it was filled with dried goods. Whoever was in
charge of this stretch of the old highway was following the rules
perfectly.
She turned as her big companion nickered. "What?
Oh, sorry, boy. Let's get that saddle off you right now." She
worked the water-soaked leather through the buckle and slid the
saddle off. She looked about and then saw the saddle stand off to
the side. "They really know how to stock a shelter in these
parts." She struggled with the heavy saddle and placed it on
the stand. Then she turned back to her mount.
He was
a beautiful beast, more than a normal saddle horse. He came out of
bloodlines that had been specially crafted for endurance and brains.
That he was easy on the eye was a surprise. Most of the foals thrown
by his dam were of a muddy brown with intelligent eyes and a sturdy
body, but the stud that had mounted her had been one of surpassing
beauty. It was thought that since he was not of the same breed that
the colt would be a cull. She had convinced the owner of the dam to
let her take him off his hands, sight unseen. Now she held the
ownership of one of the smartest horses ever bred.
He
looked at her for a moment and then nickered. He knew that he had
worked hard and that his mistress was tired, but he also knew from
experience that the human would take care of his needs before her
own. He was more intelligent than even she knew, more than could be
expected of a four-footed kindred. The stallion that had mounted the
mare that was his dam was not really a horse. He was something out
of legend and though he had spent all of his life with this young
woman he knew just what he was.
Author Bio
A writer since an early age, I have been fascinated by stories where the characters go through changes and develop strength from great trials. I prefer the genre fields of fantasy, science fiction and horror over the general fiction. By placing my characters in fantastical settings I can let them grow and develop in ways that you just can't in a real world setting.
Published in the early days of the ebook movement in a CDRom book that saw little movement I have now taken to the digital age with style. I will continue to set my words free and hope that these children of my heart find homes with caring readers who are willing to look beyond the normal to the fantastical.
I can be found writing fantasy, science fiction, light horror and fanfiction.
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