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Look at this fabulous cover! Alexia Purdy's Ever Winter releases today!
Shade is left all but shattered. She must travel to the Ice kingdom along with her 'body guard' Dylan, who continues to be bound with a blood oath to her, where the holder of her magic dwells. Her only chance to right the warring Faerie lands to harmony will be to resist the enchantments of the Ice King, one of the Ancient rulers of Faerie, to regain her power and make it to the Summer Kingdom with her family to claim back her throne.
Only the Ancients of Faerie don't want her to succeed and there are treacheries in every crevice of the land, even among the human mortals and trusted alibis.
Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada–Sin City! She
loves to spend every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious
kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she
can remember. She loves writing paranormal fantasy and poetry and devours books
daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car
and Italian food.
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And, to tease you more, we've got not one, not two, but THREE excerpts from today's release!
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Excerpts
THREE Excerpts from Ever Winter:
Excerpt #1
Shade’s ears rang from the darkling’s screech and she had
the sudden urge to let go of Camulus and Brisa to cover them to make the
shearing noise go away. She resisted, afraid she’d end up in some weird
teleporting limbo if she dared disconnect from Camulus now. She endured the
pain and felt Brisa trying to tug away from her too, probably also in torturous
pain. The jaunt could not have ended sooner and she found the entire bunch
writhing on the floor from the darkling’s searing call.
Shade followed suit, collapsing to the ground and grabbing
at her ears. Moments passed before the relentless ring faded away, leaving them
all breathing hard and sweating buckets. Shade pulled her arm away from her ear
to grasp her other arm, which now was throbbing with a searing pain. Slowly opening
her eyes as she breathed deeply in and out, she saw why her arm was hurting so
much. A black spot where the darkling had touched her right before they had
teleported away stood stark against the pale skin of her forearm. It sent
spikes of pain radiating up her through her elbow, up her shoulder and into her
chest. She gasped, gritting her teeth from the agony.
The others were now finally getting to their feet, some
still dazed from the deafening screech. Dylan held his hands on his knees,
crouched down as he shook it off his senses. Noticing that Shade was still on
the ground, he hurried toward her and knelt down. She was grabbing her left arm
and shaking uncontrollable, tears leaked from both her eyes and her face was
screwed up in pain.
“Shade?” He pulled her up to sit against him but she could
barely open her eyes to register him.
“It’s burning!” She gasped, clutching her arm against her
chest, cradling it softy.
“What happened?”
“The darkling, it touched me before…before we left.” Shade tried
to breathe the pain away, but it was winning and she wasn’t sure how long she
would stay conscious. “What is this?”
“A darkling’s kiss.” Soap slid down to check out the wound.
It was hot around the edges and the black spot wasn’t growing. Still, Shade
grunted through the torturous agony. “When a darkling marks you, it dies. In
death, its touch poisons your blood slowly until all of your blood turns black
and you either become a darkling or…” he cleared his throat, looking solemn.
“Or, you die. But it takes just a few days.”
Excerpt #2
“We have to take her out of here or she’ll die.” Corb
stated, gritting his teeth at the Teleen warrior. “You have to come, though I’d
prefer you stay here and rot.” He turned and whisked her away down the hall.
Dylan followed close behind, afraid to lose sight of Shade forever.
The atrium was as before, with the enormous Great Oak Tree
standing like a king in the middle of the room. Corb brought her to lie next to
the great, metallic trunk of the tree and turned toward Dylan.
“You’ll have to be touching her at the same time as you ask
the tree for sanctuary. Tell it where to go. Hurry!”
“Why can’t you?” He grabbed Shade’s fallen hand, feeling her
shaking from the cold and her lips slowly turning an unsavory shade of blue.
“I’m an Ancient. There is no sanctuary for Ancients of
Faerie. The tree is an ancient unto itself. I can ride along with you, but I
cannot make the request.” He motioned Dylan, looking more desperate as the
moments ticked by.
Dylan frowned, grasping her hand even tighter and watched
Corb grab her other hand. He didn’t like it, but he had to get her to a healer
quickly. Pressing his fingers to the cool, steely bark of the Great Oak, he
squeezed his eyes shut. “Take us to sanctuary, Great Oak Tree. Take us home,
swiftly as you may.”
Excerpt #3
“Open the door, Stanis,” Shade hissed. “We’re through here.”
“Just a minute, princess. I have bone to pick with you.” He
tapped the wall and moved so fast, only a blur appeared where he had stood. He
was in the kitchen now and pulled out a small, blue glass bowl. Bringing it to
her, he held it out toward Shade, pushing her to take it. When she did, he
resumed his position on the creaky chair, motioning her to sit back on the
couch. “Please, sit.”
“I’d rather stand.”
He groaned, rolling his head on his shoulders, his long
brown hair spilled over the back of the chair as he did that. He looked like a
drunk slumped in the chair, almost falling off the edge.
“Suite yourself, changeling. But I highly suggest you sit.
There are more ways than one to use magic, even bound up as you are.” His wild
eyes seemed more sober now and she felt a sudden urge to sit as told. The
suspicion she felt that he was using magic on her was eating at her nerves. She
hated being played, and he seemed a master at that.
“What do you mean, more ways?” She settled between Soap and
Dylan and held the bowl out. It was small enough to fit in her palm.
“This is a Pith. It extracts your essence, therefore, your
powers are given a release through this bowl. Even in your case, one’s powers
cannot be completely contained, as one can never truly trap a mind. This Pith
provides another route, another path for your magic to escape your body and
work its powers. We’re only trapped by the binds we allow to be placed upon
ourselves. This breaks through that. It will let you use your water magic, as
if you’d never been bound.”
The others gasped, staring in wonderment at the ordinary
blue glass bowl sitting in her palm. It seemed utterly mundane, no etchings on
its hard surface, nothing to condone its powerful use. She wondered if he was
pulling her leg or not. But it was worth a try.
“One drop into the bowl, Shade. That’s all it takes.” He
gestured quickly, to make her move faster. She gulped, mesmerized by the glass.
She silently prayed that it would work, if not, they were doomed. No, she was
doomed.
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