Skeleton & Dust
Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #0.5
By: Rhiannon Paille
Expected Publication: October 1st, 2013
In the First Era, before Kaliel and Krishani fell in love, Tor runs. He escapes the Land of Kings and the tyrannical Valtanyana. In the depths of Tempia he forges weapons-- The Flames-- strong enough to oppose the Kings he betrayed.
Aria, The Amethyst Flame, cannot touch the living or the dead and her kin are silent ghosts. Hidden in a cairn deep in the haunted forest, Aria becomes obsessed with the Ferryman, the only boy who can feel her touch.
Before Aria knows it, The Flames, The Ferryman and Tor are swept up in the first war against the Valtanyana.
And now an Excerpt from 'Skeleton & Dust' -
Moments passed in silence as Skeld purveyed the land, seeming to memorize every last detail. He turned to Aria as he continued floating down the path towards the field with the flower shaped lake. When they reached the crest of the basin he glanced at her. “What do you know about Tor?”
Aria shrugged. She had been thinking of asking him the same thing. Tor was a mystery cloaked in armor and gifted with a sheen sense of peculiarity. She couldn’t explain him. “I don’t know anything,” she said softly. She descended the hill, keeping in line with the uppermost part of the basin, as they crossed to the haunted forest. “I suppose he’s worried.”
“About the hunters?”
“Is that what you call them?”
“They are hunting him are they not?”
The corner of her lips quirked up as she ducked under the first branch in the forest. She went to reach for Skeld to tell him to avoid getting tangled in the branches but her hand moved through his and she pulled away, gasping as he shuddered.
“You are an unnatural thing,” Skeld exclaimed, but his tone was gentle, bewildered. Aria felt a pit in her stomach. She twisted her toe in the ground and twirled one a stand of long white hair in her fingers.
“Tor said I was a Flame. Do you know what that is?”
Skeld shook his head profusely. “No child, I’ve never heard of them. On Tempia we are peaceful, we tend our crops, we feed our children. We don’t look for trouble. You…you are trouble.”
Aria looked at the ground, littered with ferns and flowers the colors of the rainbow. “I didn’t mean…”
Skeld straightened himself out and pulled his tunic taut over his chest. “Nonsense, bring me to the shores, we will not speak.”
About the Author-
Rhiannon is an up and coming Indie Author that writes Young Adult Fantasy books and some non fiction. She has a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology. When she’s not writing books she’s reading minds, singing karaoke, burning dinner and sipping iced cappuccino despite her allergy to coffee. Some day she’d like to own a unicorn—as long as it doesn’t eat her. She's sold over 25,000 copies of her books worldwide.
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