A
princess will rise and challenge Fate.
While her father, brothers, and people fight against the Kingdom of Apentha, tenacious eighteen-year-old Princess Magna can only watch the destruction of Amora, her besieged city and kingdom. Her mother, Queen Vyvian, has refused to allow her heir to join the fray.
But Magna won't take no for an answer. She seeks out an end of the war from Prince Cyrun of Apentha, their prisoner. If she can't persuade him toward peace, then Amora may fall.
This short story prequel includes a sneak peek of Reborn, Book One of The Fate Challenges, forthcoming May 2014.
While her father, brothers, and people fight against the Kingdom of Apentha, tenacious eighteen-year-old Princess Magna can only watch the destruction of Amora, her besieged city and kingdom. Her mother, Queen Vyvian, has refused to allow her heir to join the fray.
But Magna won't take no for an answer. She seeks out an end of the war from Prince Cyrun of Apentha, their prisoner. If she can't persuade him toward peace, then Amora may fall.
This short story prequel includes a sneak peek of Reborn, Book One of The Fate Challenges, forthcoming May 2014.
YA Epic Fantasy
The Fate Challenges #0.5
A 5500-word Short Story
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About the
Author: A self-proclaimed bookworm, Cherie Reich is a speculative fiction
writer, freelance editor, book blogger, and library assistant living in
Virginia. Her short stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies, and her
books include the horror series Nightmare,
a space fantasy novella trilogy titled Gravity,
and the fantasy series The Foxwick
Chronicles. She is Vice President of Valley Writers and a member of the
Virginia Writers Club and Untethered Realms.
Her debut YA Epic Fantasy novel Reborn, book one in The Fate
Challenges, will be released on May 23, 2014.
An Excerpt: (227
words)
Amora
12-13 Days of Luquiry
Year 1717 AUC
Tendrils of smoke swirled heavenward. The smoldering
stench reached Princess Magna at the top of the palace’s northern tower. She
wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant odor, yet it still smelled better than the
filth plaguing the besieged seven-hilled city.
She’d vowed to protect Amora. Her
heart shattered a little more each day at the devastation afflicting her
kingdom.
The once grassy and flower-filled
plain sprouted dust plumes from the trampling feet. As the sun neared the
western horizon, a bloody hue washed over the battlefield. Tiny, metallic dins
and men’s shouts rang out. Magical bursts flashed in the sky like Thean’s
lightning, beautiful and deadly. A wooden catapult hurled a human-sized stone
slab into the city’s wall. Magna jerked away from the opened window she stood
before, as if the object had struck her instead. Rock crumbled from the impact,
but the barrier held.
When the reddish orb sank lower, the
fighting ceased. War’s chaos parted into two orderly sides, and soldiers
crossed the field to gather their dead.
She brushed a shaky hand over her
cheeks. Tears dampened her face, and she struggled to turn away from the battle
before her. Almost two months had passed since the Apenthans had begun their
attack Amora. How much longer could the Amorans—she—stay safe behind their
impenetrable wall?
1 comment:
Thank you so much for featuring Magna's Plea today, Aubrie!
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