How far would you go to save everything you ever loved?
Kaliel was warned about her love for the Ferryman. One day
he will marry the land and leave Avristar forever. She doesn't listen, and
because of what she is-- a Flame-- one of nine apocalyptic weapons, she sparks
a war. In a desperate attempt to save her home and her love, Kaliel tries to
awaken Avred, not knowing she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice.
About JUSTICE:
How far would you go to destroy yourself?
Krishani always knew he would have to go to the Lands of
Men, but he never thought it would be like this. Enemies everywhere, an
ancestor he can't respect, elders he can't trust, a curse he can't stop and
friends he can't help but hate. Desperate to end the pain, he sets out on a
quest to find the other Flames and face the enemy that took everything from
him.
About VULTURE:
How far would you go to betray everything you've ever known?
Kaliel didn't think second chances came with this much turmoil.
Exiled from her home, surrounded by strangers and in love with a boy she barely
recognizes, she can't take it. She has her best friend, a new mentor, and a
chance to win the war against the Valtanyana, but it's all wrong. Desperate to
salvage some semblance of her former life, she makes a deal that shatters
everything.
Excerpt from Surrender:
“Lord Istar of Avristar has called a match between our finest warrior and his. I present to you Wraynas, winner of the Beltane Tournament!” The crowd went wild for Wraynas. Istar nodded to himself as he mentally sized up Krishani’s opponent. This would be a good match.
Falnir didn’t waste time. He called the match seconds later and limped away from hearth, keeping his eyes on the boys as they circled each other.
Wraynas was the first to land a blow to Krishani with the wooden sword. It tapped his shoulder and Krishani briefly fell to one knee. He scraped the ground and rubbed his fingers together, then was back on his feet, twisting around and avoiding the very forward advances that Wraynas made towards him. Eventually, Krishani’s wooden sword met with Wraynas’s and they moved across the dirt in a pattern of blows, each of them defending themselves with skill. Their sparring didn’t get interesting until Wraynas shoved Krishani with his free hand and Krishani fell onto his back. Wraynas was on him in an instant, ready to end the match, but Krishani sprang to his feet, his expression colder, harder.
Istar was curious as to what he was doing. He wasn’t striking Wraynas back; he was only defending himself and not letting go. He seemed focused, but he wasn’t doing what Istar wanted him to do. He turned his eyes away from the sparring match for only a second and that was all it took.
Krishani didn’t even touch Wraynas, but there was a loud crack followed by a rumbling under their feet. The sky darkened with clouds and Wraynas flew onto his back and coughed, blood pouring from his mouth and staining his vest and breeches. Krishani knelt in a ceremonial position, the tip of his wooden sword pointed to the ground. It smoked at the hilt. Krishani panted as the crowd screamed in horror. Istar rushed to his apprentice. He needed to reach Krishani before the villagers realized what happened and attacked his pupil. He briefly glanced at Wraynas, who was passed out unconscious at the edge of the crowd. There was a group of younger maidens fawning all over him, not knowing what to do. Istar placed a hand on Krishani’s shoulder and the boy looked at him, his cheeks stained with tears.
“What was that?” Istar spat.
Krishani’s expression turned from sad to cold again. He shrugged off Istar’s hand and stood, throwing the sword on the ground like it was a deadly weapon. “I hurt him, didn’t I?”
“You . . .” Istar’s gaze moved towards the crowd around Wraynas. Falnir had managed to reach him now and was parting the girls and kneeling at his side. “But why would you?”
Krishani looked down at his hands. They were red, but he wasn’t harmed in any way. “I didn’t mean to. I just let go.”
Istar had never actually witnessed what happened when Krishani let go, and he felt punched in the stomach at having to see it there, in a group of villagers. He took Krishani by the elbow and began leading him towards the thin path back to the Elmare Castle. The clouds were darkening overhead and large droplets of water were beginning to splash onto the dirt.
Before Istar could pull Krishani through the crowd, Falnir glanced up and caught them fleeing. “Your boy is dangerous!” he shouted, clearly upset.
Istar glared at Krishani. “I’ll send Hernadette to help Wraynas.” He tried to be diplomatic, but he knew it was no use. Krishani had harmed their champion, and what was supposed to be a fun sparring match had almost turned into bloodshed.
Falnir nodded. “It is no fault of yours, my lord.”
Istar only nodded, then pushed Krishani through the crowd and into the forests. He didn’t say a word as he led the boy back to the Elmare castle, but he was afraid—afraid of what Krishani was and what he could do.
Excerpt from Justice:
Their minds were full of nothing but blind hatred and hunger
for blood. There was no sense in reasoning with them. Death came swiftly by
their hands, and when it came, so did the Vultures, and when they came, the
souls were silenced.
The Horsemen thrived on silence.
It was far better than the screeching noises filling their
ears. No matter how far they traveled, it wouldn’t stop. The constant agonizing
sounds followed them, and when the souls were devoured, the screeching ceased.
It remained quiet until the beating hearts of souls in the distance caused it
to start again.
And then they hunted them.
To silence them.
Their horses were beast-like, with sharp teeth, red eyes,
scales. Their armor covered what little bristles of prickly hair they had.
Their hooves were covered with sharp spikes. They breathed fire. Only their
riders could control them, because there were no words for what these beasts
were.
Krishani watched in horror as they hit the shores and led
the beasts into the foamy waters of the ocean. He watched until their forms
disappeared under the waves, and shuddered as one of them turned back and
glanced at him. Krishani averted his gaze and saw a little girl. She had
beautiful midnight black hair that fell to her ankles. Her skin tinged blue,
her lips bruised purple. She had coal colored eyes, full of hatred. But she was
under four feet fall. A pale blue nightgown fell to her bare feet. She pointed
at the sand and he followed her gaze. Blood lapped up against the shore,
covering his boots in a thick red paste.
The sight of the blood made him jolt. He wrenched out of the
cot, a fierce ringing in his ears. He clenched his fists to the sides of his
head and tried to quiet his urge to scream. He was alone in the hut, on the
west shores of an island on Terra. He closed his eyes, but the image of the
girl clouded his vision, a little girl, one that called the Horsemen to do her
bidding.
She was one of the Valtanyana.
Excerpt from Vulture:
“Are you afraid of the Horsemen?” the little girl asked. Kaliel didn’t look at her, but she nodded in response. “You should be. Morgana brought them.” Her voice was syrupy sweet.
Kaliel carefully lifted her head from her knees. The little girl’s eyes knifed into her, crackling with jagged lines of lightning. The Horsemen kicked dust into Kaliel’s eyes and she recoiled, blinking rapidly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Why did she bring them?” Kaliel asked, scowling at the girl. Blood dripped off the little girl’s hands. She held them palms to the sky, like offering the blood to the stars.
“Because she’s coming for him,” she said.
“Who is she?”
The little girl smirked. “She’s me of course.”
There was a loud gust of wind and Kaliel fell on her hands and knees as laughter erupted from the little girl. The sour sound of chimes rose into the tornado of brambles and dust. It pierced Kaliel’s ears with the fortitude of a thousand bells ringing all at once. The sound made her cover her ears, trying to muffle the noise. “What do you want?” she shouted through gritted teeth. Her hands splayed across either side of her head to protect her eyes from the threat of the thorns but it was no use. They whipped her body with needles, the fresh scent of blood rising into the air as her skin broke open.
“I want him,”
“Are you afraid of the Horsemen?” the little girl asked. Kaliel didn’t look at her, but she nodded in response. “You should be. Morgana brought them.” Her voice was syrupy sweet.
Kaliel carefully lifted her head from her knees. The little girl’s eyes knifed into her, crackling with jagged lines of lightning. The Horsemen kicked dust into Kaliel’s eyes and she recoiled, blinking rapidly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Why did she bring them?” Kaliel asked, scowling at the girl. Blood dripped off the little girl’s hands. She held them palms to the sky, like offering the blood to the stars.
“Because she’s coming for him,” she said.
“Who is she?”
The little girl smirked. “She’s me of course.”
There was a loud gust of wind and Kaliel fell on her hands and knees as laughter erupted from the little girl. The sour sound of chimes rose into the tornado of brambles and dust. It pierced Kaliel’s ears with the fortitude of a thousand bells ringing all at once. The sound made her cover her ears, trying to muffle the noise. “What do you want?” she shouted through gritted teeth. Her hands splayed across either side of her head to protect her eyes from the threat of the thorns but it was no use. They whipped her body with needles, the fresh scent of blood rising into the air as her skin broke open.
“I want him,”
Rhi is the weird one in the red lipstick. She writes Young
Adult Fantasy, Dystopian, Urban Fantasy and sometimes Contemporary. When she's
not writing she's reading minds, singing karaoke, and burning cookies. You can
find her sipping iced cappucino at www.yafantasyauthor.com
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Praise for SURRENDER:
"Conceptually, it is one of the most stunning and
beautifully written fantasy novels, that I've read in a long time. The world
bends to desire, melts into gorgeous scenery, and delights in telling a story
that will definitely take you on an epic journey that you won't soon forget.
The fantasy is rich and deeply beguiling. The characters and their world is
intriguing and full of so much mystery and suspense, that you won't want to put
the book down. It has every element that a fantastic fantasy novel should have
and so much more to offer the reader." - Suz at A Soul Unsung
"My head is still spinning a bit about the plot though
because I can't believe it. It's better than ice cream for a break up. The plot
was original, the characters were relatable and down to earth despite not
living on Earth." - Courtney at Readable Charper
"Surrender is definitely full of emotion and will take
you on an incredible journey through the eyes of these two incredible
characters." - Lucy at Moonlight Gleam
"Reading this book felt like reading a classic, but
with everything I love in a book: romance, heartbreak, and lots of action! I
would recommend this book to EVERYONE and then dare them not to fall in love
with it!" - Sammie Spencer, Author of Amaretto Flame
"Rhiannon Paille creates a unique and beautiful world
that will draw you in and make you remember what it was like to be young,
innocent, and full of wonder." - Cory Putman Oakes, Author of The Veil
"Surrender is hands down one of my favorite fantasy
books ever. YA or not, this is just pure awesomeness and every fantasy fan
should read it. It's a delectable, rich in detail, numbingly brilliant and
swoon-worthy read that you can't afford to miss out on." - Evie at Bookish
Evie
Praise for JUSTICE:
"Paille paints a portrait of a desperately grieving
hero – whose stubborn devotion just makes him all the more desirable. You will
root for him, even when you believe deep down (as he does) that he doesn’t have
a prayer." - Cory Putman Oakes, Author of The Veil
"He believes in their love when no one else does, and
never wavers in his devotion." - Natasha M. Heck
Praise for VULTURE:
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Giveaway #1: 2 signed paperback copies of SURRENDER + JUSTICE. Open INTERNATIONALLY.
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4 comments:
Ce dragutaa e :x Ador elifi , mi se par cele mai reusite personaje
adevarat suntatat de multe creaturi mitologice atat de dragute
superba.
parca ii o zana.
cred k era mai frumoasa daca avea niste fluturi :D
ii dadeau culoare copertii :X
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