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P. K. Eden
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BOOK SYNOPSIS

Amber Drake is the only person who can save three worlds from annihilation. Only she doesn't know it yet.

When the Garden fell at the beginning of time, the First One divided what was left into three:

* Humans - administered by the descendents of the Adam and Eve
* The Fae - watched over and protected by those who came from the Angel of the Garden
* Trolls - ruled by those who evolved from the Snake who tempted

Each world was given a sword to protect those who would come and hope for the future in the form of a prophecy that foretold the coming of one born of all three bloodlines who could restore the Garden and bring peace to all worlds.

But the tribred's birth also initiates a series of events that start the Arpeggio Clock to begin the countdown to Armageddon and not everyone wants the clock to stop.

BOOK EXCERPTS

Gisparry, Ireland

Everwood Ring, home of the Gisparry Fae

Alara cradled the small bundle securely in her arms as she made her way quickly through the dense thicket. The bundle moved, a soft, mewling cry escaping from it.

“Hush, there now, my dear one,” she whispered as a large shadow passed over them, casting an evil blackness in its wake. She could feel the instinctive unfurling of her gossamer wings, but she willed them to still and settle close to her back. Overhead the shadow passed once more, increasing the beating of her heart a hundredfold. “The Dullahan hunts!”

She crouched down, wrapping her body around the swaddled child protectively. Pounding hoof beats struck the ground, the terrible sound escalating each time its maker passed back and forth in a hunting pattern, getting closer with each looping track. The monster that hunted them had landed and was searching aground.

“We do not have much time,” she whispered against the baby’s cheek as she tried to bury herself inside a dark thicket. “If the Dullahan finds us, he will take you to Gorash.” She clasped the baby tightly to her body, trying to make two appear as one.

The specter tracked close by them. Through the brambles she could see it. Clad in dark, flowing robes, the Dullahan rode a magnificent black stallion with flaming red eyes. His disembodied head hung from the saddle pummel. From time to time he would grasp the head and hold it high, allowing him to see great distances even in the blackest night.

As moonlight passed over the Dullahan’s raised arm, Alara could clearly see the face of her hunter. The skin, although smooth, looked the color and texture of stale dough and stank of moldy cheese. A hideous grin split the face from ear to ear, and small black eyes darted about like malignant flies. The entire head glowed with the phosphorescence of decaying matter, making it look like a lantern to be used to guide the creature in the darkness.

The horse stopped next to the brush in which she hid, and a mighty hoof pounded the ground, spraying dirt onto her like rain. Warm air washed across her each time it snorted in response to the tug on its reins, and she prayed her precious baby would remain silent.

After what seemed like an eternity to her, she let out the breath she did not realize she had been holding as the Dullahan thundered away. Cautiously she emerged from hiding, carefully holding the child close.

Not knowing if the specter was still near enough to hear the furious pounding of her heart, she ran. At her feet, low-growing vines seemed to try to wrap themselves around her while in front of her the thick bushes of the forest loomed menacingly in her path. Yet, she struggled onward, sidestepping the twisting vines and protecting the child in her arms from the fingered branches of grasping trees.

The mewling sounded again, turning into a small but high-pitched wail that persisted. “Be still, my most precious of precious things. You’ll be safe soon,” she said, stopping her frantic sprint.

AUTHOR BIO

P. K. Eden is the alter ego of multi-published writing partners Patt Mihailoff and Kathye Quick. Brought together by a common interest in fantasy and love of the sci-fi channel, FIREBRAND was born.

Kathye writes romantic comedies (One Rainy Night)  and historicals (Daughter of the Moon) for Wings ePress and can now add urban fantasy to her list.  She is one of the founding members of Liberty States Fiction Writers, a multi-genre group dedicated to helping writers hone their craft.   In her "other" life, Kathye works for Somerset County government. She is married with three sons.

Patt lives in New Jersey with her husband, George. She writes mainstream fiction, novellas and anthologies.  Patt also has published over 100 stories for the Confession market of Dorchester Media.

FIREBRAND is Patt and Kathye’s first collaboration. They plan two more books in the series they call “The Treamen of Eden.”

 


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597055963
Copyright: 2010
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 362



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