Got another awesome book spotlight this week! CROW DANCER is the second book in Abrielle Sarah Fuerst’s latest paranormal fantasy series. Check out the blurb and excerpt below, gotta love that voice! 😀
Sorceress for Hire. Employ at your own risk.
I’ll give you the whole story.
I had spent three weeks upon a thrice-damned ship. Don’t ask me why I did it; for now we’ll say only that it was necessary. Don’t ask me why I chose a ship when I’m afraid of drowning.
I rode a fisher vessel to the nearest village with a port. Hid out a whole day, knowing just how close I was to being captured. I bought passage on seven ships under seven different names–and then I slipped away on one of the few vessels that I hadn’t paid for.
You could say that I’m wanted.
I go by Aryin now. I am a necromancer. I am of the most skilled of those within my trade, and I am fleeing for my life within enemy country, to escape a decree from mine that will kill me if I’m found alive.
Though secretly sometimes, though none must ever know it, I am still Navyra of Yoshai.
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I didn’t make that sound for three whole days. Not while my royal family wept the contents of their hearts, not while our servants made a fair show of pretending. Not until long after the cast of gold and opal was peeled from the dead face in a blazing likeness of my father and mounted to the wall beside a hundred ancestors, and the body itself was embalmed so it would last forever. I waited at the staircase while Mother and Jared and a dozen old retainers dripped into the tomb to give their final reverences; I lingered in the archway as Uncle spoke the rite of passing. I did not look at the body. I kept looking for the ghost, but no one ever found it.
They didn’t find the Dancers, either. They had disappeared long before the slender dart was pulled from my father’s neck, long before I ever heard my refined mother wailing. They left people footprints, yes. But I couldn’t ask a footprint why it had to kill.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Abrielle holds a third degree black belt in Taekwondo, has five younger siblings and harbors a crazy fear of driving on the freeway. She spends so much time pretending to be a ninja that she now makes a living at it, travelling the country teaching martial arts to kids and self-defense for women.
She is a rogue and nonconformist.
She thinks she can sing, but don’t let the assumption fool you.
Abrielle writes about kick-butt women that take no prisoners and don’t take no for an answer.
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