Stones and Finger Bones
(The Black Towers #1)
Author: Jessica Minyard
Publication Date: February 10th, 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Aurelia Barone, Jewel of Starry Stone, harbors no illusions about the purpose of her life as heir to the throne. But after two failed betrothals, she starts to feel like nothing more than a pawn being moved aimlessly about a game board.
Until the night she loses everything.
Kidnapped by a wise-cracking mercenary with more than one identity, Aurelia embarks on a mission across land and sea to avenge her father’s death.
But an evil is rising from the ashes of memory. Insidious magic is stirring. The dregs of a once-powerful nation are thirsty for blood and revenge.
They seek to harness Aurelia. To tempt her. To manipulate her.
And if necessary, to destroy her.
(The Black Towers #1)
Author: Jessica Minyard
Publication Date: February 10th, 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Aurelia Barone, Jewel of Starry Stone, harbors no illusions about the purpose of her life as heir to the throne. But after two failed betrothals, she starts to feel like nothing more than a pawn being moved aimlessly about a game board.
Until the night she loses everything.
Kidnapped by a wise-cracking mercenary with more than one identity, Aurelia embarks on a mission across land and sea to avenge her father’s death.
But an evil is rising from the ashes of memory. Insidious magic is stirring. The dregs of a once-powerful nation are thirsty for blood and revenge.
They seek to harness Aurelia. To tempt her. To manipulate her.
And if necessary, to destroy her.
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Excerpt
He felt the pull of the magic acutely, as if a blade had been dragged across his skin.
Gooseflesh prickled along his pale, spindly limbs as Kostadin opened his eyes. He blinked rapidly in the darkness, waiting for feeling to return to his numb extremities. How long had he slept? The weight of immortality had driven him to find a safe, dark place to wait out the passing of time.
It was also an unfortunately foul-smelling place.
He must have been truly desperate for sleep to choose something so dismal. There was nothing but old stone and the rank of mold.
Kostadin almost regretted the return of his senses, but then he felt it again. Magic. It sparked through his blood like fire. Someone in this pitiful world was using soul-magic – a feat he hadn’t witnessed in decades.
He had to find them.
His unused lungs burned with the effort of drawing one ragged breath. Kostadin rolled over and immediately tumbled from a stone slab; the impact caused strange lights to dance in his eyes.
Desperate and delirious, indeed.
His whole body ached. He felt weak, like one of those pathetic humans. Kostadin forced himself to lie still on the cold ground amongst the shattered shells of insects and rotting corpses of rats. His delicate nose wrinkled. Strength would return, as it always had. He just had to be patient.
But Kostadin the Cruel was not known for patience. Three thousand years had taught that to the world.
Gooseflesh prickled along his pale, spindly limbs as Kostadin opened his eyes. He blinked rapidly in the darkness, waiting for feeling to return to his numb extremities. How long had he slept? The weight of immortality had driven him to find a safe, dark place to wait out the passing of time.
It was also an unfortunately foul-smelling place.
He must have been truly desperate for sleep to choose something so dismal. There was nothing but old stone and the rank of mold.
Kostadin almost regretted the return of his senses, but then he felt it again. Magic. It sparked through his blood like fire. Someone in this pitiful world was using soul-magic – a feat he hadn’t witnessed in decades.
He had to find them.
His unused lungs burned with the effort of drawing one ragged breath. Kostadin rolled over and immediately tumbled from a stone slab; the impact caused strange lights to dance in his eyes.
Desperate and delirious, indeed.
His whole body ached. He felt weak, like one of those pathetic humans. Kostadin forced himself to lie still on the cold ground amongst the shattered shells of insects and rotting corpses of rats. His delicate nose wrinkled. Strength would return, as it always had. He just had to be patient.
But Kostadin the Cruel was not known for patience. Three thousand years had taught that to the world.
Jessica wrote and illustrated her first story in the fourth grade. “The
Dragon of Grindley Grun” was about an evil wizard, a princess, and a dragon
who was actually a prince. She likes to think her writing has evolved since that
very first story, even though she still writes about magic and
evil wizards...sometimes.
She likes to sing loudly and dance on occasion without being particularly talented at either. Her interests include reading, writing, procrastinating, animal advocacy, musicals, accessories, memes, Harry Potter, and sweet tea.
Jessica lives in Kentucky with a spoiled pitbull.
She likes to sing loudly and dance on occasion without being particularly talented at either. Her interests include reading, writing, procrastinating, animal advocacy, musicals, accessories, memes, Harry Potter, and sweet tea.
Jessica lives in Kentucky with a spoiled pitbull.
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