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The Chronology of Feia follows the Era of Second Darkness over a series of four books beginning with The Exodus From Southern Star. Written by Amanda J. Kelly (that's me, btw :)), it has been given 100% rave reviews by those who have read the coveted manuscript, a repetoire of no less than twelve proof-readers and an editor, each of whom have written reviews which will be available here in due time. In the meantime, here are two exerpts from places in the book. ~*~___________________________________________________________________________________~*~ Forests of huge birches and conifers that crowded so close it was almost as if they grew that way for warmth. Forests were never dangerous, but in recent days the monsters had become more fierce and numerous, and even the enchanted forests of the Guardians were being overrun by Dark creatures, commonly called Waiphs. The pine trees clustered around the water were barely visible from the cockpit, but he knew they were there, huddled around the chill-looking Lake. They too looked half-hearted, their warmth taken by the endless snow. For ice to melt in Ziria, it was a sure sign that something was amiss. That was why when Richard had seen the daisy growing beneath the spreading boughs of a fine conifer in a patch of green grass; he had been swift to remove it. The offending flower now lay negligently in his hand, turned by his fingers weakly, almost autonomously, as his attention was turned elsewhere. He had, in fact, been lulled to sleep by the gently falling snow. In the silence behind the glass there was naught else to do but twist the daisy in an endless pirouette. The lazy flower also drooped its head, seeming as deep in slumber as its captor. The world could have washed away, been obliterated or drawn into an abyss and on the warm side of the impenetrable transparent shield they would be none the wiser: the tiny floral oddity and its owner. Until the entire ship jolted with the force of a tremendous updraft that cut the clouds clean across the sky and sent them swirling away on erratic gusts of wind. A gargantuous winged creature had blotted out the sun’s light for a matter of seconds, its speed enough to outflank jet fighters and the roar of the wind stirred up by its passing no less than the roar of overhead planes. But it didn’t fly on; instead it wheeled around in the air and came back. -Chapter 3, The Exodus From Southern Star “You mean that bothersome dragon?” Snefru laughed. “Oh, I found some Waiphs to keep him occupied. He’ll be defending this city for a month of Sundays!” “Reese!” Firack yelled, and threw the sword over the pool of smoke, where it hit the floor with a loud clatter. Reese went for it as Snefru turned his head in the same direction. At his silent command a whip-like tendril of dark smoke shot out of the pool and went for the sword. Reese had it first, rolling away as the creeper whipped at him. Snefru snarled in anger as he cut the end off the whip and it recoiled back into the pool. Reese went to cut the coils around Jtifra, but with a loud cry, the wildcat wight leapt forward between them, savagely throwing his weight against Reese. The president went skidding along the stone floor, and the sword clattered away. Before he could get up, the enraged beast was over him again. He put up his hand and grabbed the cat’s face, not letting his snapping jaws close. Snefru broke his head away and clamped his jaws around Reese’s arm, his teeth cutting through the sleeve of his blue jacket, into his arm. Wincing, he lifted his leg and set his foot in the cat’s underbelly, putting all his strength into a kick that caused Snefru to let go and jump away with a squeal. Reese went for the sword again, but Snefru was faster, arching his back and snarling. He knocked the man down and tried to bite at his throat, and was met with a fist in his face. Reeling back, Snefru tried to rub the pain from his snout as Reese finally picked up the sword. Blinded by rage, the relentless wight came forward again, and leapt into the air as Reese brought up the sword, and it pierced through the smoky body of the ildarie feline. Snefru was stopped mid-cry and deformed into smoke that slid along the floor against a post before recovering its form, all the black fog in the room coming together, panting, defeated. Reese strode over and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, jerking up his limp head and holding the sword to his throat. “Where’s Danielle?” “I shall not tell you, bound as I am to my master’s word,” Snefru replied, breathlessly. “She will be released or kept by the command of my master’s master, and naught that you say nor shall threat that you utter convince me to speak otherwise.” “Then call your master here, you stupid thing.” “My master is not called,” Snefru sneered. “He comes and goes at will, for he is far more powerful than you, himani.” Reese lifted the sword above the cat’s neck, and prepared to bring it down like a guillotine. But just as he moved his hand, the sword shot out of it like a rope was tied to it. Reese jumped to his feet in a instant and turned to face him. Standing not but a few yards behind Reese was a white dragon. His wings were feathered with plumes as sleek and black as a raven’s, and his stripes were thin and intricate, winding sparsely over his body. He stood like a human, but was definitely built like a dragon. He was no braid. The sword was held in his hand, and the blade was leaning over his shoulder. The smug beast wore an expression to say that he was very amused with what he saw. He turned his head to Firack. “Would this sword be yours?” -Chapter 8, The Exodus From Southern Star ~*~___________________________________________________________________________________~*~ The two most powerful forces on the planet, the humankind, or Himani, and the metaphysical Ildarie have co-existed together for thousands of years without conflict... ...But since the Era of Darkness, a thousand years before present day Feia, relations between the two sides have been stormy. Now, in the year 3087, a powerful force has awoken from where it was imprisoned beneath the surface of the world a thousand years before and has sent its enmity forth, spreading discord amidst the nations of Feia. Ildaire and himani alike are afflicted by the change in the flow of powers and in the end, only a small few with connections to both sides can possibly stem the oncoming war. In the meantime, one dark name rings in whispers on the wind... Jeremaiahn. -|Back to Main|- |
