"Lord heavens above, Tina! Put on your sunglasses and come out side and look at this!"
Gerard's bellowing woke me from my nap, jarring me awake and knocking my copy of Web of Light onto the floor.
I look out the window and see this staring at me:
It was indeed bright with the light hovering in cupped hands, but it was beautiful.
"Relax, Gerard, that's just Kyra Dune's new release, Web of Light."
"Forgive my poor memory, but didn't you just have that up in August?"
"Yes, but that was to announce it's upcoming release in October. It is now October and Web of Light is available to everyone to enjoy!"
Gerard puts his hat back on walks away, shaking his head, mumbling. "I never understand you author types."
I chuckle and stand back to admire Kyra's work:
Available Now!
WEB OF LIGHT
Blurb: When Queen Eanndra calls the leaders of the Territories and their
heirs to Star Mountain for a Conclave, none of them knows just what to expect.
Each of the heirs looks forward to the
Conclave in different ways. Seva hopes to discover the identity of her father.
Roth worries about having to interact with non-humans. Valdor simply wants to
be invisible. Iza seeks to visit the ancient home of her people. And Ganamere,
the prince and future king, prepares himself for the tedium of a court
function. None of them expects to have their lives changed forever or to find
themselves caught up in the repercussions of a war that ended three hundred
years ago.
With the return of the Web of Light,
destruction and death must surely follow. And it will be up to the heirs to
decide how far things will go. Sides will be chosen and lines drawn;
friendships made and broken. For within every heart lies the dark seed of
betrayal.
Excerpt: Valdor
frowned as Seva moved around the statue, walking as if she were in a daze. He felt
oddly connected and protective of the girl, perhaps because there was a good
chance she was his sister, perhaps for other reasons.
When Seva came up even with the statue instead
of stopping as if she had run into an invisible wall, as had Roth and Iza, she
walked right on past. Iza gasped, pressing a hand to her lips. For a moment no
one moved, then Tyde tried to do as Seva had done, only to be stopped. He
growled in frustration.
Seva continued across the open space and
up the stairs. “What’s going to happen if she goes inside?” Valdor asked. There
was no doubt in his mind that the goddess had allowed her to pass, but for what
reason, that was what had him worried. His mother had taught him to always be
wary of gods. They were a capricious lot, she had told him, and not always
mindful of the delicacy of mortal life.
“I...I do not know.” There was a trace of
envy in Iza’s eyes as she watched Seva open the temple door. “But I should
think it will be something remarkable. No one has set foot inside that place in
three hundred years."
Valdor hesitated only a moment longer,
then tried to pass Tyde, who still stood beside the statue. What he felt was a
kind of resistance, but when he pushed against it, it gave way enough for him
to move forward. It was slow going, as if he were walking with stones attached
to his feet. The air was thick, it pressed against his chest and made each
breath a chore. By the time he broke through and was standing on the other
side, he was panting as if he’d been running a great distance. It had taken so
long that Seva had already entered the temple. He glanced back at the others,
then jogged across the open space and up the steps.
He paused at the open door to the temple.
Within, was a wide chamber, the walls, ceiling, and floors of which were
covered in a multitude of mosaics that told a story beyond Valdor’s ability to
understand. Most of the figures were Gari-Za, though he spotted a number of
humans and blood witches and even a few flyers. Some of the scenes were
peaceful, even pastoral, while others were clearly depictions of fierce and
bloody battles.
In the center of the room was an empty
space surrounded by what seemed to be a twisted rope painted onto the tiles.
Dust motes drifted in the still air. There was a hallow feeling to this place,
like nowhere else that he had ever been, it seemed almost a sacrilege to step
foot inside.
Seva stood in the middle of the open
space, her head tilted back as if she were gazing up at the ceiling, where a
woman robed in white held a silver sword in one hand and a golden orb in the
other. Seva’s eyes were closed.
Valdor cautiously approached, wincing as
his footsteps echoed off the walls. He wanted to call out to her but somehow he
dare not. It was a helpless, frustrating feeling, not knowing what was
happening or how he could help or even if he should.
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