Friday, February 5, 2016

"Stormwielder" by Aaron D. Hodges!
*Tour Stop & Excerpt*

 Book #Tour!!

TGIF, whoot!! Anyone else glad it's Friday? I am! Any good plans for this weekend? If not, maybe you'd like a new book to read? If so, this one may peak your interest.

This young adult novel sounds awesome, and if the giant eyeball staring at you isn't enough to peak interest, maybe the sale will! Check it out below, and be sure to leave a comment! Thank you! =D

The Sword of Light Trilogy

 Stormwielder
~Released: December 1st 2015

~Genres: Young Adult, Fantasy

Limited Time Sale for $.99!!

For five hundred years the Gods have united the Three Lands in harmony. 

Now that balance has been shattered, and chaos threatens. 

A town burns and flames light the night sky. Hunted and alone, seventeen year old Eric flees through the wreckage. The mob grows closer, baying for the blood of their tormentor. Guilt weighs on his soul, but he cannot stop, cannot turn back. 

If he stops, they die. 

For two years he has carried this curse, bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. But now there is another searching for him – one who offers salvation. His name is Alastair and he knows the true nature of the curse. Magic. 

 About the Author

 Aaron D. Hodges
Aaron Hodges was born in 1989 in the small town of Whakatane, New Zealand. He studied for five years at the University of Auckland, completing a Bachelor's of Science in Biology and Geography, and a Masters of Environmental Engineering. After working as an environmental consultant for two years, he now spends his time traveling the world in search of his next adventure.



Prologue

Alastair  stared  into  the  fire,  letting  its  heat  wash through  his  damp  cloak.  The  autumn  storm  had caught  him  in  the  open,  drenching  him  before  he could  reach  the  shelter  of  a  band  oftrees.  The sudden  violence  of  the  storm  was  a  grim  warning  of winter’s fast approach.

Thunder  rumbled  in  the  distance.  Alastair  shifted position,  groaning  as  his  old  joints  cracked  in  the cold.  He  added  another  stick  to  the  fire.  A  greedy tongue  of  flame licked  up  the  tender  wood.  Wind rustled the dark branches above. The fire flickered in the  breeze  and  blew  smoke  into  his  face.  Its  feeble light cast dancing shadows across the clearing. 

A  head  appeared  in  the  trees  nearby,  its  long  face staring  at  him.  Alastair  gripped  his  sword  and  fought to control the pain in his chest. His horse snickered at his  fear  and  retreated  into  the  shadows.  It  was  only Elcano,  his  constant  companion  for  almost a  decade. Shivering, he released his sword hilt. He knew all too well the dangers of the night. Once he  had been one to stand against such things. Now, though...

He  shook  his  head  to  clear  the  morbid  thoughts.  He was  still  a  warrior,  and  creatures  of  the  dark  still feared  his  name.  Yet  lately  doubt  had  crept  into  his mind. It had been a long time since he’d fought the good  fight,  long  before  the  ravages  of  time  stripped away  his  strength.  The  old  man  shivering  at  autumn shadows  was  but  a  spectre  of  the  Alastair  who  had once battled the demons of winter. 

“If  only...”  he  whispered   to   himself.   The   words haunted him, carrying with them the weight of wasted decades.  If  only  he   had  known,  if  only   he   had prepared   himself.   Instead   the   great   Alastair   had settled down and put the dark days behind him.

Then two years ago, Antonia hadcome. She shattered the  peaceful  world  he  had  built  for  himself  and dragged  him  back  into  a  life  he  had  thought  long buried. 

“Find them,” she ordered, and he had obeyed. 

If  only  it  were  so  simple.  Things  were  never  as  they seemed   when she was   involved. Two   years   of searching and he was now farther from the truth than when  he  started.  The  trail  was  ancient,  his  quarry adept  at  disappearing  without  trace.  He  himself  had taught  them  the  skills,  but  for  generations  they  had perfected  them.  Alastair  had  tracked  them  as  far  as Peakill  but  there  all  trace  vanished.  For  all  he  knew they were dead. He prayed to Antonia it was not so.

The  wind  died  away  and  the  chirp  of  crickets  rose above  the  whisper  of  the  trees.  The  fire  popped  as  a log collapsed, scattering sparks across the ground. He watched  them  slowly  dwindle  to  nothing  and  then looked up at the dark canopy. Through the branches he glimpsed the brilliance of the full moon. 

Alastair gritted his teeth. She would come tonight. His hands  began  to  shake;  he  had dreaded  this  moment for  weeks.  The  sickly  taste  of  despair  rose  in  his throat. The world would feel the consequences of his failure.

“Not  yet,  there  is  still  time,”  the  soft  whisper  of  a female’s voice came from the shadows.

Antonia walked from the trees. A veil of mist clung to her  small  frame,  obscuring  her  features.  Her  violet eyes shone through the darkness, making the firelight seem  pale  by  comparison.  Those  eyes  held  such power  and  resolve  that  he  shrunk  before  them.  The scent of roses filled the grove and cleansed the smoky air.  Her  footsteps  made  the  slightest  crunch  as  she glided towards him. 

“It doesn’t matter. They’re gone and I don’t have the strength  to  continue.  Find  someone  else  to  fight  this battle, I’m done!” he lowered his gaze, unable to meet her eyes.

“There is no one else like you. You know that,” there was anger in the girl’s voice. “Look at me and tell me you would abandon everything we have worked for!” 

Alastair glanced up. “I abandoned my family for your cause,” he forced the words out,  struggling  to  hold back tears. “I have given everything for you, and it has all been in vain. It’s over, they’re gone.”

He   stared   at   Antonia,   expecting   anger,   scorn, disappointment. She smiled. “It has not been in vain, there is still hope. Elynbrigge has found them.”

A rush of strength surged through Alastair. “Where?”

Antonia laughed. Absently she flicked a strand of hair from her face. “The trail was years old, but they are alive and well in Chole. Look for them there. He will watch over them until you arrive.”

Alastair  jumped  to  his  feet,  scattering  firewood  into the flames. The blaze roared and leapt to devour the fresh  meal.  He  ignored  it.  The  fire  be  damned, they were alive!

“Wait,” the tone of Antonia’s voice gave him pause. “First you must go to  Oaksville.  There  is  someone there  who  needs  you.  When  you  find  him,  take  him with you. Be quick; Archon won’t be far behind.”

“Who is in Oaksville?” the town was close, but the detour would cost precious time.

“Eric.”

Before he could reply, she was gone.

For  a  long  time  Alastair  stood  staring  at  the  space where she had vanished. Her words spun through his head.  His  anguish  was  gone,  replaced  by  a  fragile spark of hope. Despair still prowled at the back of his mind, but for now the spark was all that mattered. 

He   did   not   sleep   that   night   and   the   sun   was approaching  noon  as  he  neared  the  town.  As  he cleared the last of the trees he saw the sickly pillars of smoke  curling  up  from  the  city.  He  kicked  Elcano into a gallop.


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