Monday, July 29, 2013
Book III is here!
Let me remind you, you can check out excerpts here and here.
What're you waiting for? Go buy a copy. Be sure to leave a review. And if you haven't experienced the world of the Order yet, Book I is free on Smashwords.
So, after eight years in the making and weeks of editing, I'm going to go collapse now. 'Kay? But before I do, I will leave you with the book jacket description:
Book III sees the surviving members of the Order – Kate, JD, Murphy, Bill, Clayton and Alyssa – reunited in a world known as Corbenic. It’s definitely not a warm reunion. With the Corbenese king held hostage by Starry Wisdom, the land has been plunged into endless winter, and certain members of the team are less than thrilled that they have been joined by former MJ-12 Agent Emily Hayes.
As the team sets out, the find themselves once again braving the elements, on their way to Corbenic's capital city, where they will be plunged into a world that has almost as many enemies within as without. It is a dark and seductive world, a world of alchemists and geomancers, nobles and courtesans. Unrest has spread throughout the empire, stirring talk of rebellion. And beneath all the gilt and glamor, evil sleeps.
It is here that the team begins to find answers about themselves and about Starry Wisdom’s secrets. Both sides find themselves embroiled in a game of old alliances and older enemies.
At all costs, the Order of the Four Sons must liberate Corbenic and restore their king.
And the final war has yet to be fought.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
New Book III Excerpt: The Sentinel
Excerpt of Where Flap the Tatters of the King, The Order of the Four Sons, Book III, by Coyote Kishpaugh & Lauren Scharhag
Alyssa had discovered the wooded
area wasn’t all that deep, perhaps sixty yards. Up ahead, she glimpsed a clearing,
and started to move toward it when a dark figure seemed to rise up out of the
twilight, obscuring her vision. With a small gasp, she halted.
She stared at the creature ahead of
her, trying to make out what it was. Definitely not human, judging by the
enormous size of its frame. The head wasn’t visible above the branches of the
trees. All she could see was the outline of a broad torso, the pair of muscular
arms at its sides. Motionless, she waited. There was no sound but the skeletal
rustlings of the sleeping forest, the whisper of snow swirling into drifts. The
creature didn’t move. It simply stood in the wind and snow, a shadow in the
glade. She took a cautious step forward. Then another.
Sensing no danger, she moved with a
little more confidence, but when she reached the edge of the woods, she paused
again. Darkness had fallen. Without the cover of trees, the wind whipped at her
skirt. Wet droplets stung her face. Squinting, she held her hair back away from
her eyes.
Now she could see that the figure
was a statue, sixteen feet tall, buried almost up to its knees in snow. Tilting
her head back to better examine it, she saw the great horned head, the smooth, broad
shoulders. A minotaur, carved out of some sort of highly polished, black stone.
She walked around it, taking in the detailed carvings: the texture of the
horns, the sculpted nostrils, the nude, virile body. It stood at attention, its
fierce eyes fixed on some point in the distance. There was no danger from a
statue, of course. But there was something about it all the same, something deeply
disquieting. Why did she think it seemed to be waiting—for her?
Backing away from it, she sensed a great expanse opening up behind her and turned. For the second time, she sucked in her breath, immediately understanding why the minotaur was there, in the middle of a clearing. It wasn’t a clearing at all, but the edge of a bluff.
There, spread out in the valley below, was the Capital. He was its sentinel.