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genre Fantasy, Ebooks, Romance
Kirin, the elfish daughter of an exiled priestess, befriends an enigmatic trader with a secret and a harpy on a quest to save her people from an ancient curse. Goddess-touched, Kirin’s gift is a commodity in a war between two goddesses, in a world of magic and slavery. Harpies and elves must learn to stand together to triumph in war that threatens to destroy the entire realm
The second instalment of the long-awaited The Harpy Chronicles – The Namari Book II is the continuation of Kirin’s epic adventure. Kidnapped on the whim of the goddess Olunagh, enslaved in the crystal mines, can she escape and find her way back to lend her skills to those who need it most in the upcoming battle between Olunagh and all of elf kind? Will Aello fulfill her quest and will Leofric finally be freed of his curse? Mortal and immortal alike shall have to stand together to defeat the forces that hail from beyond the Black Stair, whilst aid must be sought in the land beyond the Ice Wastes from the mysterious harpy tribes. Will they find friend or foe in the uncharted territory that lies beyond?
Musings of a Bard is a tale, in many small parts, of love, betrayal, valour, honour, the wonder of the ages, lives lived and lost. The magic is in the weaving of the words; Sultry, erotic, sometimes epic, hearkening back to an age of myth and legend, queens, warriors and goddesses in turn. Feel the love, the anger, the betrayal, know the tale. Experience the breathless heights and depths of emotion felt by the bard as she sees battle’s won and lost, old loves reborn, and warrior goddesses wielding ancient blades. Read the epic retelling of tales of elves, dryads, and goddesses. Hunt the phoenix, ride the unicorn and stay a while in the bard’s world.
An excerpt of Musings of the Bard Prose Poetry Volume I:
Hear the mighty thundering of the chariots of war, wheels aflame with hate and the rush of heated blood…. Go to ground ye gnashing hounds, bare thy teeth at another, for I’ll smite thee with a fist of steel that burns like the light of day…
As dust beneath the hooves of my warhorse, it’s magnificent wings spread to ride the wind, I soar above this earthly plane, a cadence of wild laughter echoing across the tortured sky… dust and wind and the bright burning sun, these things are real, all else is but a dream…
I shall tear thee from thy dream, awaken thee with kisses of fire that sear thy very soul. Ye shall beg to be bound, cry out to be taken and stripped and whipped ‘til languid with it thy flesh shall surrender to me with the exquisite soundings of a plucked harp string…