Sworn To Raise debuts on GIRLS’ LIFE BOOK CLUB with New Hardcover & Book Trailer Reveal

Today I’m so excited to announce that the Courtlight series is now available in hardcover. As you all know I never do anything halfway and so I’d also like to announce the new trailer for the Courtlight series.

I am over-the-moon that Girls’ Life Magazine has elected to debut the trailer and the new cover. So check it out, share, and tell me what you think! Tag #ShatterAnEmpire!

WATCH THE TRAILER

ON GIRLS’ LIFE

My next post will go more in depth about where and how you can pick up a hardcover copy (trust me it’s going to be FABULOUS) but enjoy this post for now:

Sworn To Raise New1 Kindle

Last but not least there is a new BLURB to go with this awesome new cover:

Seventeen-year-old Ciardis Vane grew up in a small village on the edge of the realm. Beautiful, destitute, and desperate she is looking to get out any way she can. She has worked her whole live as a laundress with no hope of escaping her fate anytime soon.

But then her life changes when a strange woman appears with the key to Ciardis’s escape. With an offer to take her to the capital and a life she’d never dreamed of, its hard to resist. There’s only one catch.

She wants Ciardis to become a companion: she’ll be required to wear expensive dresses, learn to conduct suitable magic, educate herself on court proclivities, and – in the end – chain herself to the highest bidder. A Patron for life.

Ciardis knows that this is her one opportunity to change her life.

But what she does not know is that she will soon be at the heart of intrigues and power struggles, and that her new life in luxury demands a high price, perhaps even the life of a prince.

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Les Traductions Français de La Lumière de l’Empire!

J’ai la plaisir de vous annoncer que les deux premiers livres de “La Lumière de l’Empire” sont maintenant disponibles en français ! C’est vrai, on peut maintenant lire les traductions.

C’est aussi possible de recevoir une copie préliminaire SANS PAYER pour les lecteurs en échange pour faire une critique honnête du livre en Amazon ou Kobo.

S’il vous intéresse, envoyez un email au Lauren à publicity@terahedun.com

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In My Inbox: Libraries, School Paper, The Holidays

Hi Readers,

I usually post In My Inbox on my TUMBLR account – located here – POST 1, POST 2, POST 3 etc. But I thought I’d try something different and post them on my blog as well. Here’s some of emails I’ve gotten recently and my responses.

LETTER ONE FROM AARON THE STUDENT:

Hi Terah, my name is Aaron. For my American Literature class in school I have to do an author study. I chose to do my study on you because I LOVE your Courtlight, and the Crown Service series! For my author study I have to include a 1 to 2 page biography on the authors life. In order to get full points I have to try to find interesting information that is hard to find on the internet, so I thought I would try to ask you. I can’t wait to start your third series. Just saying I read a lot of fantasy books, and I think you have written my favorite fantasy series. I hope you have the time to reply to me. I would definitely like to put some things in my biography that you think should go into it. Thank you in advance if you reply, and for giving me a series that I can actually read in my free time! Normally I don’t actually do that because I don’t like reading a lot, so I really love your books! Can’t wait for your future books!

ANSWER FROM TERAH

It’s quite an honor that you chose to do your author study on me. Getting this email was both of surprise and a delight, not just as an author but as a former student. It’s been 9 years since I had my last English studies class. AP English Lit actually and I have fond memories of the subject, so I’m delighted to help you.

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The easiest thing I’ve found about writing is coming up with the ideas themselves. The stories flood my mind like glimpses of a past life. A girl climbing the rigging of a sailing ship on the high seas one day…and a boy hiding from his dragon contemporaries in a dark alley the next.

I started writing fantasy as a way to combat boredom living overseas as a humanitarian in East Africa. Fantasy was my choice of genre because it’s all I read as a child and teen. My favorite books always took me to new worlds, so it only made sense that when writing I escaped back into those same unique realms.

Building on that desire to write, I wanted to see if people were interested in reading what I had to say. When I first published a book about young mages in an academy, I had to do a lot of studying of my own. I didn’t know what it meant to be an author, much less my own publisher. I had to reach out and make contacts with editors, artists, and book formatters.

I had to budget both my time in making this hobby (at the time) of mine worthwhile, but also see what I wanted to invest financially in the process. After two months of edits, proofing, and formatting I was able to put my first book up on Amazon. Luckily it wasn’t my last and from then I just kept writing what I loved.

What I’ve learned about being a writer is that it’s a lot of hard work and takes a lot of dedication, but when you get it right, and you’ll know when you do, it’s worth it. So my life lesson would be to stay true to yourself and never give up. You never know what you’ll find on the other side of the page after all.

As for my favorite animal…I’ve always been partial to Siberian tigers. They’re beautiful and ferocious. You asked me if there is anywhere in the world that I’ve loved to go see. I’ve been to many continents and countries, but one that I’ve yet to see to is Russia. I’d love to go to St. Petersburg and tour the old Tsarist palaces just to revel in the history of imperial family.

LETTER TWO FROM LINDA THE LIBRARIAN:

We would love to have this series in our collection for our YA’s but I’m having trouble locating all of the books in print format. Please help.

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

Thank you for contacting me! I’m so pleased to hear from librarians and would love to have Courtlight added to your print catalog.

Here are the purchase links for the books currently available in print:

Sworn To Raise: Courtlight #1

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1481918087/

Sworn To Transfer: Courtlight #2

http://www.amazon.com/dp/148417545X

Sworn To Conflict: Courtlight #3

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1500391255

Sworn To Secrecy: Courtlight #4

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1496058356/

Sworn To Defiance: Courtlight #5

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1517234654/

All of the Courtlight books are also available for library distribution in eBook format and I’d love for kids, teens, and adults in your state to have access to the books in both formats.

You can find them on OverDrive here:

Sworn To Raise | Sworn To Transfer | Sworn To Conflict | Sworn To Secrecy | Sworn To Defiance | Sworn To Ascension
Thanks again for reaching out and let me know if I can help any further!
p.s. From Terah – this note came in more than a month ago and since then I’ve had some exciting further developments in the print arena for librarians and for readers! Stay tuned for updates in Spring 2016 – I think you’ll like it!

LETTER THREE FROM DIANNA:

Just a quick line to tell you Thank you for your generosity for Across The Arid Seas. I hope you have a tremendously joyful Christmas or whatever you celebrate, and make sure to tell everyone how you feel about them. Life is a mystery and we must take advantage of every moment to appreciate those who are important to us as tomorrow is unknown. Thanks again, Dianna

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

Aww, that’s so sweet of you! Thank YOU so much for being a reader and Happy Holidays as well!

 

Across The Arid Seas: A New Short Fiction

Welcome to Across The Arid Seas. If you’d like to receive this short fiction piece directly in your email along with three books absolutely free : CLICK HERE.

I always thought venturing further into desert culture and the life of the nomadic tribes would be interesting. Here’s a piece of short fiction that looks into that life from the perspective of an outsider. My editor says this reads like a prologue to a novel she would enjoy sitting down to read for hours rather than just a short story so I’m going to let you call it what you will.

All short stories, deleted scenes, and unofficial extended content is added to The Library portion of this website as I post them. I hope you enjoy everything that is available!

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Across The Arid Seas by Terah Edun

She looked up at the sun and she smiled. It was blazing hot and unrelenting. No different than every other day in this desert that she now called home.

It hadn’t been that long ago that home was lush valleys and apple orchards.

Here and there were as different as night and day. The only thing that hadn’t changed was she, and even that claim was only limited to below the surface thoughts and ideals and dreams. Because outwardly she was as different as a caterpillar was from its newest incarnation—the butterfly. There was no other way to explain precisely how invigorated she felt. Reborn even. Gone was the staid woman who had chafed at the rules and restrictions of her society.

Instead here stood the butterfly that had spread its wings and taken flight towards its own destiny. That feeling of freedom was almost unreal. What was very real however was her clearly physical transformation from a girl who wore cloaks and fur-lined gloves half the year to ward off the sting of winter’s bitter grip, to a woman who donned light and airy linens that fluttered with the movements of the wind and made her feel as if she could fly from there to the farthest reaches of the earth. Almost.

Amazing how a change of clothes and a fresh atmosphere could make a person renew their very outlook, she thought with a self-satisfied smile as her fingers played with the pale peach linen fabric at her waist.

Her gaze took in the still-alien land around her. She hadn’t been here long enough to recognize one massive outcropping from another, let alone navigate too far from her home base, which was just as well. Most denizens of Algardis tended to avoid this part of the empire and with good reason. It could be deadly. It was nothing at all like the majority of the inhabited lands of the empire. She knew this first hand from having grown up on the other side of Algardis; the side of the empire that had lush blue forests, verdant valleys of orange and yellow flowers, rolling plains that seemed endless in their expanse, and rivers that swelled like a mighty ocean before softening with wistful laps on the banks of open lakes.

The side that had more people than you could shake a stick at.

The side that had been home. For the longest time. Home of wet and mist. Of fertile lands and dark, loamy forests.

No more. This was home now. It had shocked her to learn as she’d become accustomed to this new desert life…that she’d never felt like she belonged more anywhere else. This new land had earned her blood. Had claimed her sweat. Was given her tears.

Now it gave back to her in its own manner, with the gentle desert wind that riffled through her hair like a lover’s caress and the light of the moon that shone down to show her the correct path. With the soft sand that bunched between her toes as if it were reaching out and welcoming her home. With the beauty of the landscape that turned into a never-ending expanse no matter where she looked. “I love it here,” she said with no little irony as she rolled her shoulder muscles in a languid stretch, “More than I ever thought I would. More than my sisters certainly thought I would.”

It amused her greatly to think of her old family in this new home. They would find it as miserable as she did beautiful. But she couldn’t blame them. It was a home that the entire empire viewed as no more than a death trap of strong winds, relentless sun, and sparse vegetation. It was her chosen sanctuary. She loved it more than she had ever loved her birth home.

Swallowing a swig of water from the canteen she always carried by her side, Marian corked it with a cloth top and set it back securely on the sand underneath her. Then she slowly trailed her hand through the sand at her side, wishing she could feel the living fire of each individual grain like a mage could, like she used to be able to. For now, she accepted that she would have to settle for understanding the land around and beneath her as a normal human would. As a magic-less and power-less human would.

Sometimes she missed the power that she had given up freely when she’d joined her husband’s clan.

Just in the small moments. Never anything more. She knew that if she just kept telling herself that, it would ring true…one day.

She hadn’t been that great a mage in the first place, more a hedgewitch than anything else. And if losing her small talents was what it took to leave the loamy forests for a place of her heart’s desire, then she would gladly give up those miniscule abilities and more.

Although if she had known then what she knew now, that once she had crossed the desert…the home the locals liked to refer to as the arid seas, she would face her greatest challenge yet, she might have insisted on keeping the powers and giving up something else instead.

Like a small bit of her health. Having a minor cough every other week seemed almost paltry a sacrifice to losing her magic. That is if the clan would have accepted such an offer. There was no guarantee that they would or wouldn’t have wanted some of the life-altering natural magic that came with a drain of the health from an individual’s body. They had preferences for what they took from each and every person, mage or mundane, who crossed the sands in the hopes of finding a new life. Their requests changed with the nature of the person and the clan’s needs at the time. The only constant rule was that to live among the clans, you were forced to give up something dear to yourself.

A boon of sorts.

She’d heard of many items and properties given up. From a young woman who lost her sense of sight to the third child who’d been given up for adoption to an unlucky clan of the arid seas that had refused to traffic in any other coin. Because they couldn’t. They’d lost too many of their own to the unforgiving desert and born too few souls to make up for the lack. As such they’d demanded the only price which would solve their dilemma. Children.

Marian shuddered delicately, thinking about it even now. She had been lucky, if you would call it that, to only give up something in her possession that she had used minimally…and some even said ineffectively at that. She had the gift of the magic too small to be of much use to her but great enough for the clans to accept it as a boon for one of their local collectives.

She’d given up that small magic with no little relief, thinking that nothing in the arid seas could be as alive as the dark forests of home she’d experienced. In doing so, she’d assumed that she would really be giving up nothing at all.

How could a mage with such a small magic regret its loss after all when such magic barely worked in the land of her birth, much less this new and barren wasteland. Oh, how wrong she was. She knew that now.

But hindsight was of no use to her in this instance. So instead of reaching out with her magic, she opened her physical senses instead. She was unsheltered in the blazing heat and she let her head lean back with a throaty sigh as she basked in the warmth of the sun like a lizard enjoying its midday nap. She was safe where she was. Secure as long as she stayed within her new clan’s local terrain. Leaning back until her arms spread wide behind her to brace her weight, she felt the edges of her dress slip just a bit from her shoulders. She delighted for a moment in letting her fingers wriggle through the warm shifting sand like worms. The grains felt at once as rough as the grit of the silt on a river’s swift bed and as smooth as fine sugar pouring across her digits at the start of a great day of baking. Her childhood had been filled with such wonders. She had left that all behind to become one with the desert. A woman of the heated sands, instead of a child of the fallow fields of old. This? This was her present.

She turned her head and her bright red hair, like a rooster’s crown, fell into her eyes. That red marked her as different from the rest of her husband’s family. It also marker her as a foreigner.

But that was alright with Marian. Because being a foreigner has its uses, she thought as she stood with dexterity and dusted off the thin dress she wore.

She began to walk down the dunes to her home. She had one task today. It was one that she was quite looking forward to. After all, how many people got to depose their new mother-in-law by force and get away with it? According to clan law she would be one of those erstwhile few. She smiled — today was going to be a good day.

It was tradition for the new wife of the clan chief’s son to assume the role of class mistress in any way she could. She could choose assassination or she could choose subversion. Either way would accomplish what Marian wanted, the death of her mother-in-law’s standing in the eyes of the clan. She would no longer be clan mistress after today, not if Marian had anything to say about it.

Shaman, in this case was the best word for the occupation of clan mistress. It worked well enough for Marian as well but she like the ‘ring’ of clan and mistress together. She would be shaman to the clan and head of the clan council as well with her new role. The clan mistress had many duties including running the physical aspects of the encampment, charting the clan’s new course from their ancestral grazing fields and back to their winter encampment, but also using the magic of the clan’s people—surrendered for the good of all—to protect its own.

Council, Marian thought with a mocking snort as she walked through the sand, her feet sinking with every step. She refused to don the sandals she held in her right hand along with her newly hiked-up skirt. More like a group of old biddies too far gone into self-reflection to realize that their entire way of life is under threat, she thought. Or too stupid to care, she sniffed as she finished her internal musings.

With a sigh, Marian looked ahead at the land that most resembled ‘verdant’ in a dry climate where barely anything to its name could be called green. The oasis was on the encampment’s edge. Upon seeing it she slapped her sandals down in the sand, thrust her feet into the wedges with a wrinkle of her nose, straightened up, and set off to her task.

As she dodged nimbly around the pens holding the desert water beasts, she took a moment to snap her fingers briskly in front of the eyes of one that was looking a little too ornery for her tastes. The beasts were known for their temper and their knack for striking opponents first and ask questions later. Better for it to confront her now than a child that knew too little to stay far enough away and out of its angry reach. This one had looked like it was ready to take a bite out of her shoulder. Best to let it know who was boss right then and there, and that boss was her.

It backed away with flattened ears and she turned away confidently with one last warning look. She knew the tethers that anchored it by magic to the sand rocks near their pen were taut enough to not give the beast the slack it needed to charge at her retreating back.

She didn’t have very long to enjoy the superior feeling of her encounter. She spotted the traders slinking on the edge of the encampment a moment later. With a grimace, Marian looked around for her family. She almost burned with fury as her eyes slid over the interlopers with a practiced nonchalance.

Those traders were laughing now with their feet up and their smug attitudes but they wouldn’t be laughing for long. Not after she took control of the clan and therefore of negotiations as well. Let them have their merriment for now. She knew that they did, much to her regret, have the upper hand…and weren’t losing anything in the process either. One more reason she had to wipe those grins off their faces.

After all, by kicking the Sherinsin off their land, they gained something much more valuable to them. Not gold – there was nothing worth mining here for miles. Not land – the dessert was as barren as a dry teat if you wanted fertile prospects. Not people – no one else lived here except for her husband’s people.

No what they gained was respect. The respect of her people back home. The respect of other traders looking for an easy score and the business partners to do it with. The respect of the imperial family. The rulers of this very empire that openly sneered at her husband’s people and considered the Sherinsin a pesky nuisance in their side.

A beautiful nuisance but a nuisance nonetheless, Marian thought with a bit of a dry smile as she spotted her husband walking toward her with a ground-eating stride. She took a moment to appreciate his fine form. He wore a leather vest that left a deep ‘v’ of skin from his throat down to his chest visible along with the clearly-tanned skin of his heavily muscled forearms. Set off by a thick head of black curls that fell to his shoulders, he was a sight to behold.

She wished she could do more than revel in his nearness, but the presence of the traders felt like an unrelenting spike in her side. One that grew and twisted with a malignant hook the longer they stood on clan lands.

The thing that irked Marian to no-end, besides the fact that they wanted to remove the Sherinsin clan from their ancestral home, was the fact that it took the traders so little effort to accomplish such a thing. They’d already done it with two other clans…and this one was just another notch on their belt. Offer the stupid desert dwellers enough wine and gold and pretty trade goods and they would go off to another encampment as happy as children with new treats at the campfire.

The very thought of the disrespectful treatment and the quite frankly un-tradesmen like bartering scheme made Marian’s very blood boil. Land for trinkets, she thought in disgust as she shook her head in irritation and tried to school her face into a passive countenance. She didn’t think it worked too well but the traders looked none the wiser to her scheming thoughts so perhaps it worked well enough.

Her mother-in-law didn’t understand her fury. To be fair neither did the majority of her inherited clan. They didn’t see the harm in entertaining the trader’s whims. After all, every desert dweller knew that the foreigners never stayed for very long.

They would sell them land on the hopes that they would reclaim it four or five years hence once the stupid foreigners realized that they couldn’t do anything with the land. It was the kind of gamble that the clan peoples lived for. And one they would have problem won, if the land had been occupied by any other approaching group. After all, it was too barren and too harsh a landscape to use for production, its very dryness precluded the establishment of successful and settled communities, and to top it off there was very little natural magic present in its bones.

Which was precisely the reason that the desert dwellers had traded for her little bit of green magic as a bride gift in the first place. It was a win-win situation in the dwellers’ eyes. They got paid for land they were planning to vacate anyway in their annual pilgrimage farther northwest for cattle grazing on the plains.

But Marian knew that when they came back there would be no home for them to settle back on. Those traders and the buyers they represented would give back the land they bought as soon as a sand snake turned as sweet as pie. Never in other words. The Algardis family had first claimed their fertile lands to the east less than a century ago and they were hungry to extend their imperial reach as far as their very-real claws could grasp. Through the desert and beyond, Marian thought as she gulped.

In her former life she wouldn’t have even thought of protesting such an eventually. It was only right after all that the empire stretch from the edge of the far ocean and onwards as long as the land it could reach continued on. But over the past few months her outlook had changed. She had once been a satisfied Algardis citizen, who looked to her emperor and his family as protectors of their land. To some extent she still was.

But this was different, she thought as she looked around at her husband’s small band of carefree people. She knew that they wouldn’t take well to living under the protection of the emperor, under his rules. Under his will. They were a proud people. A wild people, which was why she was doing her very best to stop this union before it ever began, for their sakes…and for hers. Marian didn’t have to feel magic in her bones like an oracle’s touch or see the future. She knew it because she knew the traders. Just as the Sherinsin were her husband’s family, the traders represented part of her own. A part that she wasn’t proud of.

She didn’t have time to think about it more because at that moment Raydal reached her and swept her up in his tightly-muscled arms with the exuberance only a newly-and-happily wedded husband could show. She smiled as her forearms gripped his shoulders and she let herself fall into his chest with a laugh and a kiss on his lips that was entirely real. For a moment her dark mood lightened. She let herself revel for a moment not in the worries of the day but in the touch of his lips, the flick of his skilled tongue, the firmness of his grip, and the pressure of his body against hers.

For a few seconds, no more, the world was just them as the heat of the sun beat down on them and the dry winds curled around their two bodies like a lover’s caress. As wisps of her hair were pushed upward by a determined breeze, she glanced up to see their heads and the majority of their faces were hidden by her bright-red tresses. At least for now. With a wistful sigh that they had to end their small tryst, she caressed his cheek as she leaned back and smiled up with no little pride into her husband’s face.

She had to admit. She’d chosen well.

From the look in his eyes and the grip that had slid from her arms and down to her waist as he hiked her back up, seemingly unwilling to surrender to the present and reality just yet, he appreciated her just as much if not more so. She swiftly wrapped her legs around his body and slyly crossed her feet behind him to the general laugher of the clansmen who surrounded them. They weren’t gawking, not really.

She knew that because it wasn’t the Sherinsin way. They prized physical and emotional affection between bonded couples. A quick kiss and some playful touches were nothing they weren’t used to, middle of the day or not. The traders across the way on the other hand; she could feel their affronted disgust with almost three dozen feet between them.

For the moment she was content to hang off her love like the famed colored rainbow monkeys from the isles off the Sahalian Sea. And he was content to let her. The love between them was well-known. The entire clan called their match fortunate. But then again, among the Sherinsin fortunate was common-place. They didn’t marry for looks or gold or wealth. They married for a match between the souls. Always. And she had found that match in a foreigner that her people despised as ignorant savages.

It mattered not, Marian thought with a peaceful sigh as she left go and slid down his front with a knowing look in her eye. He responded with fierce grin and tug of her hair to bring his lips back to hers. But this time more than just love passed between them.

“Husband,” she whispered to him in a barely audible murmur.

“Wife,” he whispered back in the same tone. Cautious.

She moved her head to the side so that she was leaning forward a bit and her head was turned so that she could watch the traders standing off to the side and muttering with a careful eye. Her lips were just off the corner of his mouth, so to anyone looking at them from the sides or behind it would seem that they were still sharing an affection lip lock.

To those that had the vantage of standing in front of them, the position was no less amorous if a little more genteel. After all, what better way for a husband and wife to show not affection, but contentment with each other than to stand within the other’s arms with no concern for the passage of time or the heat of the day.

Marian’s actions however had nothing to do with proving her own marital bliss, but rather served the purpose of preparing for her coming battle, physically and mentally.

As they stood there she heard one clansman say “Like newlyweds they are?”

“Disgusting ain’t it?” questioned another in a clearly joking tone.

“Now?” Marian whispered.

“Now!” her husband said as he tossed her away from his body like a whirlwind toy. Into the air she flew as she twisted around to land in the midst of some very surprised traders.

Marian smiled and wasted not a moment. She leapt onto the wagon of the nearest man and slammed a hand down with a resounding thump. The traders cried out in alarm. She didn’t waste any time in raising up an arm bringing down her hand in a vicious and calculating blow upon the head of the mage, leader of the traders’ caravan. She didn’t have the magical means to subdue him or the craft to kill him under the shelter of the night. So she did the next best thing… she attacked in broad daylight while most were lulled into a sense of complacency and others had been fooled by her love-struck show with her new husband.

With a satisfying ‘thunk’ the mage fell back and hit his head on the hard wheel of the wagon underneath her. He slumped down in a pile and with his abrupt unconsciousness other things fell with him, namely a certain magical barrier neither she nor her husband had had any hope of getting around otherwise. It prevented non-humans from venturing too far from the clan terrain while negotiations were going on.

It had finally come down.

Calling what little luck she had, she let out a piercing whistle and from the sky flew a bronze hawk to land on her upraised arm. Looking into the hawk’s eye Marian wished that she had the gift of telepathy, the ability to speak mind-to-mind with animal, kith, and human. Unfortunately she didn’t, so this would just have to do.

The hawk alone was the message she would send.

She jerked her arm up with a sharp two-tone whistle and threw the hawk into the air on a northern trajectory.

With a whoop and cry she stood all the way up on a perch and looked to her hawk flying, jesses snapping wildly in the wind as it carried her own hopes with it, towards freedom.

That hope died in her eyes as she heard the thang of a bow sending an arrow into the wind. It cut through the air like the weapon of war it was and before she had the time or inclination to cry out, her proud bronze hawk was falling from the wide skies to the unforgiving desert below.

Marian’s jaw dropped in horror as she turned her body from the spot where her loyal companion had died an ignoble death to where she guessed the arrow had first started its flight. Her mouth dry and her face twisted in hate, Marian wasn’t surprised when the owner of the bow lowered her arms and saluted her with one sleek remaining arrow that until now had been knocked and ready to fly once more.

Dark blue eyes seething with hate met the cocky smirk of a woman with skin of a weathered acorn, wild and dark hair not unlike her son’s wrapped up in a loose knot, and the wisdom of her foremothers in her smile. Her mother-in-law.

Fists tight Marian jumped down from her perch with teeth clenched as she stalked across the sands. Any traders who had though to object to her previous actions took one look at the fury and pain etched on her face and stepped back, wary and more than willing to let her meet her adversary without interference. They were just glad that they weren’t her chosen destination.

To her surprise, that she filed away to pick apart later, the people she’d been trying to protect had lost their smiling faces and carefree visages. Instead she glanced from eye-to-eye and saw a hardness that she hadn’t seen before. And something else that she couldn’t precisely fathom. Approval? Marian wondered as she stepped before her adversary.

Marian’s husband didn’t bother stepping in her way. Instead he took up a solemn place beside her although he made sure that he was turned so that he faced the eastern horizon. He stood between them like a lone pillar, neither near his wise but wrathful mother nor over at the side his proud but young wife. He was a neutral zone. In this matter at least. Marian respected his unique position as did his mother.

That was the only matter they seemed to agree on however. “Why?” Marian lashed out through gritted teeth.

Her mother-in-law smiled and looked up into the sun with a peaceful gaze. “You have much to learn.”

Marian scoffed and tossed her head. “I was saving us all.”

“No,” her husband said with a gentle look, “Listen to her.”

Marian cut him with a sharp look. “You too, dear husband? I thought that you and I were on the same side.”

Her mother-in-law cut in as she said, “You are. You were. But your people aren’t as stupid as you seem to think.”

Marian shook her head fiercely. “I think you’re wrong.”

“About which part?” her mother-in-law said blithely as she waved her hand. “Your intentions were pure. Your heart is strong. You have proved yourself worthy of the name Sherinsin by fighting to protect this clan in the face of adversity.”

Marian squared her shoulders. This sounded suspiciously like praise. Her mother-in-law paused to take her in. Then with a small wave of her hand Marian felt rather than saw clan members gather to form a living barrier between the three conversing family members and the curious traders murmuring off the encampment’s edge. Marian didn’t fail to note that they moved with soundless efficiency. Perhaps it was she that was wrong.

Still her mother-in-law said nothing more until her husband clicked his teeth and chided his mother, “Mother.” The warning was enough.

The older woman shrugged her shoulders. “This was a test. A test in which you passed.”

“What kind of test?”

“The kind that you either pass or fail,” her mother-in-law said flatly. Marian opened her mouth to further question her.

Her husband once more intervened, his face still neutral, “You two are worse than dickering stallions. Mother, she has proved her loyalty, has she not?”

“She has proved it to the clans,” his mother admitted reluctantly.

“Wife, do you not seek the protection of the Sherinsin against all foes major or minor?” he contested.

Marian frowned but said, “You know that I do.”

He nodded and took both their hands to push them together into one grip. “Then we are one in that accord. She is no longer a foreigner. She is family.”

The emphasis on his last statement was clearly meant for his mother. Marian looked into the eyes of her mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law returned her gaze. Both of their grips were fierce as they tested the mettle of the other. Neither could find slack in either grip. Finally her mother-in-law released Marian’s hand.

“You have much to learn, daughter, I shall teach you.”

Marian blinked at the endearment. Her husband’s mother had never acknowledged her new family ties. Not in all the time she had known her. It was enough to halt the automatic objection in Marian’s mouth unspoken. What could I learn from her? Marian wondered.

But she was no fool. Her husband’s mother was formidable. What’s moreMarian might have been new to the clans but even she recognized the age-old introduction of one clan mistress…to another. Stammering over her pause after a nudge from her husband, Marian said, “And I will learn.”

“You have much to see, daughter, I shall show you.”

“And I will seek,” Marian responded a bit hesitantly.

“You have much wisdom to discover, daughter, I shall prepare you.”

“And I will absorb.”

Her mother-in-law’s eyes gleamed as the noon-day sun reached its zenith high overhead. “You are welcome to our fold,” her mother-in-law said formally, “Daughter of my heart, mistress of the clans-to-be.”

Marian squared her shoulders. This wasn’t exactly how she had imagined her efforts to strike down her mother-in-law’s plans at their core. But it would have to do, for the sake of the clans. For the sake of peace. “I thank you,” Marian said gently, “I join with whole heart and fierce mind.”

Her mother-in-law let go of her hand and turned away. Over her shoulder the woman who had beaten her without raising a hand in protest said, “You’ll have to be…to survive in my lands.”

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Sworn To Raise: Courtlight #1 now available in French, Spanish, German, and Portuguese

It’s been a really crazy, hectic and amazing 8 months. I know you all have been impatient for the next book in the Courtlight series. But I’ve been swamped and I do mean SWAMPED. By life has basically been one thing after another since March 2015. I’ve signed contracts with libraries and editors and worked on books I didn’t even think were possible.

So…my life…

Today I get to formally announce one of those things…Courtlight is now available in FIVE languages to readers around the world. You and your friends and your cousins can see it in French, in Spanish, in Portuguese, in German, and in English. All of the second books (Sworn To Transfer) are currently in translation (or already out) as well. You’ll be able to find all the information you need for each language on their respective pages.

I hope one day my readers in different countries come across each other and this happens:

But for now, just get to know each other other.

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Dragons & Darkness Storybundle + Dragon Age: Inquisition Giveaway

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Sometimes you have a craving. A craving for lots of magic, mythical creatures, and a few things that go bump in the night. For those of us who like to mix our cravings with the best aspects of our inner-geekdom, we turn to our favorite friends in lands of lore.

Friends like Drizzt Do’Urden of the Forgotten Realms and the sweeping epics of Dragonlance by Margaret Weis. It is those old friends that I had in mind while curating this bundle of new fantasy authors that will sweep off your feet and up into the skies of new lands.

StoryBundle is proud to present Dragons & Darkness, a nine-book fantasy bundle that features legendary dragons and spine-tingling darkness. These nine titles encompass eight unique fantasy worlds from bestselling authors that will leave you salivating for more.Storybundle - All Covers Spread

 

The Authors:

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Daniel Arenson | Megg Jensen | Brian Anderson | Erik Scott de Bie

A great perk of the Storybundle format is that it’s pay what you want.

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That’s right. You can go to Storybundle.com/dragons and set any amount for all 9 of these fabulous stories.

However, if you pay enough to unlock the BONUS level with four additional books ($12.00 or higher) you will get an automatic entry into the grand prize giveaway of a Dragon Age: Inquisition game (platform of your choice).

So go ahead, choose your price, grab a bundle, AND enter to win Dragon Age (or $75 in Amazon giftcards) while you’re at it.

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Lanzamiento y Certificado de Regalo de Book Depository para: Luz de la Corte por Terah Edun

Juramento De Crianza, el Libro Uno, es GRATIS en todos los sitios de venta!
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 Gratis por tiempo limitado del 01 al 07 de Septiembre de 2015. ¡Obtén tu copia gratuita del libro electrónico hoy antes de que termine la oferta!

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La serie es perfecta para los lectores de autores como Sarah J. Maas, Tamora Pierce y Kiera Cass. Si eres un lector de fantasía, este es un mundo del que no querrías perderte – ¡llena de aventura, romance y emoción!

Bienvenido al Lanzamiento de este libro de la serie Luz de la Corte. El Libro Uno (Juramento de Crianza) y el Libro Dos (Juramento de

Cesión) están disponibles hoy.

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Sinopsis de Libro Uno

Ciardis es una chica de diecisiete años que ha crecido en la pobreza y trabaja de lavandera en un pequeño valle en la periferia del imperio. Pero bajo la superficie aparentemente idílica de su imperio yace un secreto oculto. Las murmuraciones sobre la ineptitud del príncipe heredero no dejan de crecer y se intensifican aún más en el quinto aniversario de las iniciaciones del vínculo del alma.

Ciardis es elegida, entre murmullos escandalizados, para entrenar en el Gremio de Compañeros. Deja su pueblo e inicia un viaje personal para convertirse en Compañera de la Corte, una posición que jamás habría creído posible que pudiera obtener una sirvienta. Pero tiene que demostrar que posee habilidades para atraer a un Padrino.

Y debe dominar esas habilidades rápidamente, pues si la leyenda es cierta, Ciardis es la única que puede controlar el poder de ayudar a un príncipe en una Corte Imperial que ha jurado destruirlo.

El primer libro de esta serie sensacional combina una trama compleja con personajes extraordinarios y magia inolvidable. Juramento de crianza es ideal para fans de Kristin Cashore, Michelle Sagara y Maria Snyder

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La autora, Terah Edun, no solamente ha ofrecido uno sino DOS Certificados de Regalo de Book Depository debajo y un combo firmado de los libros impresos de la serie Luz de la Corte gratis. ¡Sigue las instrucciones para ganar!

Pero primero… ¿sabías que todos los suscriptores del boletín de Terah Edun obtienen una copia del LIBRO DOS GRATIS?. Únete hoy y recibe tus regalos: bit.ly/teedunespanol

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In My Inbox: Paperbacks, French Books, Reviews

Hi Readers,

I thought I would continue this IN MY INBOX feature from earlier, so here we go:

LETTER ONE FROM J:

First of all, i just got the first four books in paperback now. I was wondering when book 5 and 6 might be going into paperback?

This message can be answered at all time when YOU HAVE THE TIME TO DO SO!

Keep writing!!!!!!!

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

Hi J, Thanks so much for buying Books 1 – 4 in paperback. Such an honor and I hope you love the design of the books. The flourishes in the chapter headings are my favorite. ^.^ I’ll be sending Books 5-6 (and hopefully 7) to a formatter now and they should be available for purchase in late September.

LETTER TWO FROM MY FRENCH TRANSLATOR:

I have just finished reviewing the proofreader’s comments. I agree with almost everything (except the commas after the question marks in the dialogues), and her insights were useful!

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

*grins* I love it when my team works together so well, so I’m sharing with you all – my lovely readers. The French translation of SWORN TO RAISE: COURTLIGHT #1 is now populating to all retailers and it’s so exciting. We’ve already gotten sales. Book 2 will be available in mid-fall. If you read French, you can find everything you need over at: teedun.com/francais
LETTER THREE FROM LOUISA:

My post went live today 🙂 Here’s my link.

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

How awesome is this?! This email actually went to Rachel (Author Assistant) and then to me but you get the drift. Thank you so much Louisa for sharing your reviews of all six Courtlight books on Words I Write Crazy!

You can see her reviews of the Sworn To Raise: Courtlight #1, Sworn To Transfer: Courtlight #2, and Sworn To Conflict: Courtlight #3 on this page.  Sworn To Secrecy: Courtlight #4, Sworn To Defiance: Courtlight #5, and Sworn To Ascension: Courtlight #6 are here.

Highlights:

I was reminded of Michelle Saraga’s books while reading these books, and that was just really fantastic!

I just dove into these books (how did I wait so long?) and the pages just flew right on by!

 

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Saludos a todos los lectores,

¡Me complace anunciar formalmente que la serie Luz de la Corte será lanzada en Español!, he estado trabajando muy duro con un traductor genial para traer el primer libro de la serie del universo de Algardis a los lectores en Español en Suramérica, Norteamérica y Europa.

Revisa la contraportada –

“Ciardis era una joven de diecisiete años que se había criado en la pobreza, una lavandera en un pequeño valle en la periferia del imperio. Pero bajo la superficie aparentemente idílica de su imperio se ocultaba un secreto oculto. Las murmuraciones en torno a un príncipe heredero inepto no dejaban de crecer, y se intensificaron aún más en el quinto aniversario de las iniciaciones de unión de las almas.

En medio de esas murmuraciones escandalosas, Ciardis se vio de pronto elegida para entrenar para el Gremio de Compañeros. Dejó su casa y partió en un viaje personal para convertirse en Compañera de la Corte. Una posición que jamás había creído que pudiera conseguir una sirvienta, pero tenía que probar que poseía habilidades suficientes para atraer a un Padrino. Y debía dominar esas habilidades rápidamente. Si la leyenda era cierta, Ciardis era la única que podía controlar el poder de criar a un príncipe en una corte imperial que había jurado acabar con él.

El estreno de esta serie sensacional combina argumentos complejos con personajes extraordinarios y magia inolvidable. Juramento de crianza es ideal para fans de Kristin Cashore, Michelle Sagara y Maria Snyder.”

Ve las primeras opiniones –

“Es un libro realmente bueno! no puedo esperar más. muy buena serie. 🙂 tanta aventura! “

—FIVE STARS

“Muchas aventuras. un gran libro. No puedo esperar para la siguiente 🙂 “

— ¡Sorprendente libro!

“Leí los primero capítulos en Wattpad y me esta gustando :D”

—Wattpad en Espanol

“Leer en sólo un día…la línea de la historia te mantiene en el borde de tu asiento!”

—Reseña de Amazon

 

¡Hemos recibido excelentes opiniones del primer libro y ahora la serie Luz de la Corte va a irse de Tour!. Juramento de Crianza será promocionado por más de 25 blogueros desde el 01 hasta el 15 de Septiembre de 2015. Te animamos a registrarte si puedes leer el libro en Español y si estás interesado en una copia de revisión.

 

Los Registros son aquí:

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Abrazando Libros

Recuerdos E Ilusiones

Amor Y Palabras

Los Libros de Martamartiti

Zaybet’s Mad Mind

Un Libro, Una Opinión

Reviviendo Libros de Antaño

Paraíso entre Páginas

Rubíes Literarios

Nadando Entre Palabras

Silent Storm

Anónima Lectora

Sueño de Séneca

Por Los Bigotes De Shakespeare

Mi Escapo A Otro Mundo

La Caja De Pandora

Viviendo Entre Letras

Viajeras Mentalmente Desorientadas

Rincón De Lectura

Imperdibles Vaqueros

Some Books You Read

Petites Lettres D’Amour

Dark Minds

A mis lectores, gracias por ser tan impresionantes. El tour va a estar buenísimo y vamos a dar dos certificados de regalo de Book Depository en el camino. Si eres un lector en español, comenta incluyendo tu nombre, libro favorito, y país y te DAREMOS gratis una copia para lectores de Juramento de Crianza solo por pasar por aquí.

Announcements & Updates – Translations, Blog Tours, Audio

Alright, peeps here’s what has happened in the last two months.

 

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TOURS/BLOGS

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The Blades Of Magic Audiobook went on tour and $20 Audible.com Giftcard was up for grabs.

Here are some of the stops:

My Tangled Skeins Book Reviews     http://mytangledskeinsbookreviews.blogspot.com -Audiobook Review

Why I Can’t Stop Reading     http://whyicantstopreading.wordpress.com – Audiobook Review

Mama Reads Hazel Reads      http://mamareniazen.wordpress.com – Audiobook Review

TRANSLATIONS

Spanish - Sworn To Raise 900x1350Courtlight is arriving in French and Spanish.

Book One is now available in ESPANOL in eBook + Tapa Blanda (Paperback) and we have a Spanish-language blog tour for September 2015.

Click here for the amazing list of bloggers who are joining us! Contact Lauren – publicity@terahedun.com if you’d like to be a tour stop.

You can also win one of three SIGNED Spanish copies over on Goodreads.

Book Two will be available in ESPANOL in eBook format in late August.

Book One in FRANCAIS is now with the proofreader! I expect it to be on sale by August 31st!

PRINT COPIES / PAPERBACK

Sworn To Secrecy: Courtlight #4 and Juramento De Crianza (Libro 1 Luz de la Corte) are now in paperback.

GIVEAWAY

 We held a Pandora Ring giveaway in July and the response was tremendous. Thank you all for signing up. A pic from the lovely winner is here.

My next update will be about book releases in English, Cover Reveals, & Libraries!

Be sure to sign-up to get my blog posts in your inbox here (middle right).

La Portada del Libro de Juramento de Crianza (Libro 1 Luz De La Corte)

Actualización!

Muchas gracias, por todo el interés. Desafortunadamente, todos los participantes del sorteo se descalificado ya que no cumplían el primer requisito que era “Apúntate en la lista de correo.”

 

Hola a todos!

La portada del libro físico, de Juramento de Crianza, ya está aquí! El imagen está abajo, míralo y dinos vuestras opiniones. Hay regalas para ganar también con el Rafflecopter. Solo necesitad rellenarlo pero hazlo con rapidez así que el sorteo termina el 12 de agosto. También, podéis leer las opiniones de esta portada de una de nuestros bloggers: Por Los Bigotes de Shakespeare

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“Ella se crió en el valle nevado de Vaneis. Cuando la eligieron para entrenarse como Compañera de la Corte, todo lo que conocía desapareció de su vida. Tuvo que luchar para ganar el derecho a elegir un Padrino al tiempo que aprendía las habilidades mágicas heredadas de sus ancestros.”

 

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Sworn To Vengeance: Courtlight #7 – Second Chapter

Wow, if I knew this weekend would be this busy with posts and flurries of emails and excitement I would have stocked up on iced coffee ahead of time. ^.^ Without further ado, here is the SECOND chapter for Sworn To Vengeance: Courtlight #7. I’m back in the game and focusing on my primary readers. I can’t thank you all enough for the support, love, and emails. The book is coming along and the translations/library efforts don’t need as much of my time now.

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A REMINDER that this is a first glance at CHAPTER TWO for Sworn To Vengeance. It hasn’t been edited or seen by my betas yet. I’m letting you all read it first. Hope you enjoy and the book is worth the wait!

Also a very cool picture to share. Check out SWORN TO VENGEANCE: COURTLIGHT #7 outselling GEORGE R.R. MARTIN on iBooks. Yes, that’s right! Sworn To Vengeance hit the Top 100 on iBooks Overall and the Top 5 in Science Fiction & Fantasy!

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If you’d like to read CHAPTER ONE first, go here!

Second Chapter

 

Suddenly the wind shifted in their direction and Ciardis heard a voice say “It’s time!”

She couldn’t readily identify who the voice belonged to, but she was pretty sure it was one of the soldiers. He sounded young but sure.

Surer than I’ll ever be about this, she thought with a moment of envy.

Turning around she silently walked forward so that she stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a small circle of individuals. She couldn’t see who it was that stood immediately to her right or left but she could hazard a guess…a guess she’d be willing to stake her life on.

Perhaps I’m not as unsure as I thought.

She could feel Sebastian’s presence to the right of her, singing to her like a bright flute on a summer’s day. Entrancing but closed off. Sebastian could close his mind all he wanted. So could Thanar. But they couldn’t close off their presence. Just as she could feel Sebastian’s bright and strong aura near her, she could sense Thanar’s denser if not darker miasma of power just across the circle.

Three steps. Maybe four…and I could… she thought to herself before snapping out of it. Could what? She didn’t know. She didn’t know if she wanted to slap the daemoni prince or kiss him. She didn’t know if he deserved to die or deserved to be free. Free from a promise to the Weathervane family. Free to pursue other obligations.

It was actually kind of scary to think of what else Thanar would consider an obligation.

Ciardis flashed back to the words he had flung at her the day they had arrived at the palace of the former empress, Sebastian’s mother, “You don’t know half of me, Ciardis Weathervane.

At the time Thanar’s mood had been playful, teasing even.

And now? Now Thanar reminded her of a caged beast just waiting for an opening. An opening that would allow to devour them all and escape into the night. Not the most wonderful thing to think of when discussing the person you were soul-bonded to. But then again it was Thanar, when was anything ever normal with him?

Still. Ciardis thought. We have to try to make this work. For the empire. For its people. We need him to destroy that god.

At least she thought she did. The truth was they didn’t know if they could destroy it. They had hope. Hope and allies.

Besides which Thanar had been right. She didn’t. She didn’t know a thing about him other than what she had observed in the short time since he’d elected to journey with them from the North. It felt like forever.

Yet it also feels as if it was only yesterday when I stood over his bloodied body trapped in a cage. Head shorn. Wings damaged.

Even now she couldn’t decide if he had deserved said punishment. He’d ordered his family to their deaths. He’d killed hundreds of refugees. And yet – it wasn’t up to the soldiers in the field to decide his fate. That was for the courts of Sandrin and their emperor-on-high to preside over.

He was conundrum. A mystery. A Pandora’s Box that she was eighty percent sure she should lock away in a trunk and tossed chained into the sea. That Pandora ’s Box spoke up in the next second, “I assume that your plan doesn’t call for us to stand in the dark like idiots for the night. I can see, but as far as I can tell the rest of you are as blinds as bats.”

Christian cleared his throat off to her left somewhere and said, “Do you intend to help with that?”

“Say please,” was Thanar’s self-satisfied response.

Ciardis felt herself rolling her eyes before she could respond.

“Enough Thanar,” said Ciardis in disgust.

She saw the glowing ball in the palm of his hand flash bright, bright enough for her wince just as a smirk appeared on his face and the ball which had been the size of his palm dimmed and shrunk until it was barely bigger than his thumb.

“Those weren’t the magic words,” the daemoni prince said in a slow purr that had a distinctive edge.

Ciardis glared. If he thought she was going to kowtow to him he had another thing coming.

A snort from her right told her just what Sebastian thought of Thanar’s antics. Curiously though, the prince heir said not a word aloud.

“Really?” said the shaman who had accompanied them on this mission in disgust. “This is how we’ll defeat the enemy down there? By acting like children.”

Ciardis felt her edge of her lips tilt up slightly in satisfaction. It sounded like the shaman’s fascination with the bat-winged idiot was disappearing as fast as a bird in quicksand.

“The two groups down there are not the enemy,” said Terris – her voice wavering just a bit. “They’re just in our way.”

Ciardis grimaced. It wouldn’t do to seem uncertain. Not with this group of alpha idiots that was only a team by the farthest stretch of the word.

You don’t know what they are and what they aren’t,” the shaman snapped. “My people have lived with these desert dwellers as neighbors for centuries. They’ll rob you blind and rape your grandmother before opening your chest to feed the desert with your blood.”

“An exaggeration, wouldn’t you say?” one of the soldiers murmured.

“I wouldn’t,” Rachael said. “You, who come from far lands, have no idea what the peoples of the grasslands and the deserts have endured.”

“No, no we don’t,” interrupted Sebastian, “And while relevant that isn’t the time for this discussion.”

“It never is,” said Thanar in a low, mocking tone.

Ciardis heard Sebastian shift beside her as the rustle of weapons leaving sheathes sounded in the air. Sebastian’s or his soldiers, she didn’t know.

Before this could get uglier, Ciardis said, “Enough.”

She grimaced. It was an echo of what she’d said earlier. The same phrase that had started this whole discussion in the first place.

Eager to move on Ciardis tilted her head and said to Sebastian, “Please. Let’s just get through this.”

It was both a warning and a plea.

But her words became harsher when she pitched her voice slightly louder to say, “And you, soldier, sheath your weapons. We have one enemy in our mist and it isn’t someone with bat wings.”

For a moment there was silence, and then the sound of a sword hilt hitting a metal guard met her ears.

She didn’t sigh in relief, but her shoulders definitely slumped with the release of tension. She had been waiting to see if they would follow her orders. She was sure Sebastian had been too.

Terris said wryly, “Now that our mini-breakdown is done. Who’s up for a little sand-hunting?”

A second soldier pipped up, “A little what?”

Ciardis had the exact same question on her mind.

Terris said again, “Sand-hunting. A past time of our friend over here and one that we’re going to be adept at before dawn.”

“And what exactly is sand-hunting?” asked Sebastian. His voice was cool.

Ciardis wanted to search his face to see what he was hiding behind a detached tone, but she couldn’t in the darkness.

As if reading her thoughts Terris said, “Thanar, Rachael if you please.”

Without a sniping comment, unusual for Thanar, he flicked his hand forward, tossing the tiny marble-like ball of light he’d been flicking between his fingers into the center of the group.

Ciardis guess the ‘please’ had done its job. As soon as the small ball of light hit he center, the shaman called up a similar ball which she’d doused before and let it join his side-by-side.

“Shaman, daemoni prince,” Terris said cautiously, “If you wouldn’t mind giving control of those mage lights to the Muareg please. Imbue them with a bit of lasting power if you can.”

Thanar raised an eyebrow, one that Ciardis could see was calculating because of the new source of light in their center.

Rachael opened her mouth and closed it abruptly as if she had thought to say something and changed her mind.

With an abrupt movement of her hand, the shaman pushed her light into Thanar’s until a ball triple the size of his original light floated in their midst – casting a strong glow that was mostly concealed by the bodies surrounding in a circle.

The Muareg, once apart from the circle and within it, took two steps further forward from the position he maintained just in front of the two soldiers acting as his guard.

His face was still covered with flowing linen as he said in a reedy voice, “If I may?”

He gestured at the ball of light.

Terris waved him forward and they all watched with cautious impatience as he reached forward to grab the larger mage light.

Grab wasn’t exactly the right term, Ciardis thought as she unconsciously bit her lower lip and watched his movements with narrowed eyes.

Instead she could see that he was resting his hands just to the left and right of the flowing orb. As soon as he did strings of energy leapt out from his palms to connect with the mage light in the center.

Ciardis blinked and her eyes flicked over to gauge the shaman’s reaction almost reluctantly. Ciardis needed to know how Rachael felt at this moment, even if she disliked her and she had her reasons to, the shaman was the foremost expert on the being in front of them all. Especially since Raisa had clammed up like a mussel since night had fallen. At least the light had one good use so far. It finally made the nuances of everyone’s facial expression visible in the night once more. Unfortunately for Ciardis, the shaman who stood to Thanar’s left and across the circle from Ciardis had an impenetrable gaze. It was like watching water flowing down a glass pane from the inside, she couldn’t touch her thoughts or emotions. Just a steady reflection of contemplation.

Ciardis grimaced and had the uncharitable thought that if everyone in the group continued to keep to themselves like this, they’d be worse off than when they’d first come. Reluctantly she dragged her gaze away from the shaman and the perplexing dragon ambassador next to her and back to the Muareg with lightning jumping from his palm to the mage light and back again. Slowly the mage light began to waver. Ciardis assumed that meant the sand dweller was taking control of the magical essence that formed the ball.

As it wavered the light stretched and dimmed into a soft glow. The glow spread out like putty between the Muareg’s fingertips until lightning no longer spread between his palms and instead a web of power lay on a horizontal plane as if he had spent the afternoon weaving a glowing net of silvery white light.

“What’s he doing?” Christian finally demanded.

Terris spoke then, “We know where the camps are, we just have to get down into the sand plains undetected and through their security perimeters before the sun rises.”

“And this will help us do that how?” Ciardis asked cautiously.

This time Ciardis could hear a smile on Terris’s face without turning to the right to catch her friend’s expression, “By giving us a map which will allow us to thread the needle of Hamunse.”

Ciardis felt confusion rise in her chest as she dragged her gaze away from the glowing web between the Muareg’s fingertips and up into the enraged vision of a dragon whose eyes had transformed from a calm human-like gaze to the red slits of a Sahalian enraged.

“I’m guessing you object,” Ciardis said quietly. She wasn’t even sure she knew what the dragon was objecting to. A theory? A magical trick? An unknown path.

“You guessed right,” said the dragon ambassador with a snarl.

Ciardis and Raisa turned to Terris at the same time to watch the woman known as Kithwalker impatiently toss her beaded braids over her shoulder with a shrug.

“I don’t care if you object,” Terris said with an uncharacteristic bravado that had Ciardis’s eyebrows raising in awe. It wasn’t often that you saw someone bluffing a dragon. Not someone who wanted to live anyway.

Terris continued as she pointed back to the center of the group with the nod of her head, “Because that will not only get us between those two groups but inside the walls of Kifar with no blood shed.”

What exactly is that? Ciardis wondered.

Before she could blink something started to happen with the flattened plane of light and Ciardis’s eyes widened as she let out an involuntary gasp. She watched as the silver web solidified and raised above the Muareg’s hands like an architect’s rendering made of the moon’s rays.

Buildings rose between and over his palms. An entire landscape of dunes and walls appeared to encase his hands. It spread with quick precision and they all watched as a beacon of light emitted from the tallest building in the city straight towards Ciardis Weathervane.

It stopped inches away from her chest and the straight line frayed into a network of fragments. A path of light now lay before her and the glowing city in the Muareg’s palm. A light that led directly from the dune they now stood on, down through the valley of armed brigands, and up under the miniature version of the walled city of Kifar.

 

 

 

BIG Announcement: Librarians & Teachers – This One Is For You

Huge thanks to the numerous librarians and teachers who have reached out. Amazing to see the Courtlight series in your catalogs already (like the North Texas Digital Consortium & the Toronto Public Library) and to have eager readers checking them out to explore Algardis.  – 08/09/15
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Library Overdrive - Terah SMLThis summer, I was given the opportunity to get the entire Courtlight series into libraries, classrooms, and independent bookstores across the country. In partnership with one of the biggest literary agencies in the U.S. market, I am reaching out to the amazing classrooms and libraries across the U.S. in order to make Courtlight available to readers and individuals in their markets. Libraries and teachers deserve so much love and are crucial parts of the literary community. Now those same pillars can order the entire Courtlight series (brand new edits included) for their patrons and collections in their favorite classroom, middle or high school library, or local library.

Direct through OverDrive, 3M Cloud Library, and Ingram – the premier catalog services for librarians and teachers – Courtlight Books 1-6 are now available in eBook format and soon to be paperback + case-laminate hardcover. This series has sold over 100,000 English-language copies and melds intricate story lines with remarkable characters and unforgettable magic.

It is available for only $2.99 to your local library – yes, you read that right – with no repurchase fee. Appropriate for ages 12 – 19 and Grades 7 -12. Further information on content can be found on the Resources For Librarians page. For the librarians and teachers with a limited budget, I’m offering a free paperback for your catalog with every eBook set purchased plus a prize pack (see below for details).

Sworn To Raise | Sworn To Transfer | Sworn To Conflict | Sworn To Secrecy | Sworn To Defiance | Sworn To Ascension

So this is what I spent most of June/July doing – working feverishly around the clock to update manuscripts with a new proofreader, formatting new EPUB files for libraries-only, and setting up an access system to libraries. That and working with translators, proofreaders and copywriters in three languages to get Courtlight up for a global release.

 

Courtlight Series Sale

 

Librarians and Schoolteachers, please fill out this form and expect a Courtlight Librarian Order + Prize Package & Information in the mail. No gimmicks. I just need your name, job title, library/school name, and mailing address. U.S. only at this time! 😉

Leave a comment on this post with the name of your library or school as well if you’re interested and you’ll be entered to win an entire set of Courtlight series books in paperback. Hardback if it goes live soon enough.

 

In My Inbox: Letters from Readers, Sworn To Vengeance Imposter! & Assorted Goodies

Hi Readers,

I usually post In My Inbox on my TUMBLR account – located here – POST 1, POST 2, POST 3 etc. But I thought I’d try something different and post them on my blog as well. Here’s some of emails I’ve gotten recently and my responses as well as goodies in the mail.

LETTER ONE FROM GAIL:

It’s hard for me to believe you have given up on or put off Courtlight 7.
That’s what it kind of feels like to us.

I know you are working on the Spanish version of Courtlight and other things.
But…. I think it would be a smarter move for you to work on the new book.

It feels to your loyal readers that you have forgotten about us, and given up on Ciardis and Sebastian.

I wish you might post an update somewhere about book 7 (facebook, twitter, blog)

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

I haven’t forgotten about my core readership Gail! But you’re right I haven’t been releasing as quickly as I have in the past. I’m trying to do so many things at once and I’m only one person. Luckily, I now have a great team of individuals who are helping me move forward. After reading your impassioned letter I couldn’t not try to re-prioritize my days. I’ve passed on CHAPTER TWO of SWORN TO VENGEANCE: COURTLIGHT #7 to Rachel (my Author Assistant) and she’s sharing it in The Guild (the Facebook Fan/Reader Group) as well as select quotes from the rest of the manuscript in the coming days. Rachel has direct access as I’m writing and editing now, so you won’t have to wait for extras or tidbits for long and the book will release quicker.

LETTER TWO FROM SRI:

Just wanted to inform you that the for iTunes, when I pre-ordered your book 7 for the court light series and downloaded it, it gave me book 6. Not sure if I’m supposed to contact you or apple but thought it was worth a shot!

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

First of all, a huge thank you to Sri and six other readers who emailed me at 1:00am to tell me there was a problem. I can’t tell you how amazing that it is.

Second – This was completely my fault and I’m incredibly sorry that you were disappointed like that. It’s been a crazy week, a crazy month, a crazy summer. READ MY NEXT POST to see at least partly why. But I’ve been working on translations for three languages, a new library program, and closing out two bundles for 27 other authors so I’ve been working like a madwoman to clear my plate. All of these objectives are something that I LOVE DEARLY and I’m so excited about. I can’t wait to see wait for you see what I’ve been planning but in the meantime Vengeance got accidentally pushed aside. (Not anymore though – see Letter One lol).

My apologies all that I forgot to change the pre-order on iBooks for Sworn To Vengeance on iBooks (that’s totally on me), and some of the copies have already gone out. Fortunately its NOT an unfinished copy of Courtlight #7 but instead the prequel book. I’m working with iBooks to edit this and I really appreciate the 7 readers who emailed in the dead of night to let me know. Your support and dedication is simply amazing. I’ll update you when I know what will happen regarding the pre-order but email me terahedun.ya@gmail.com or Rachel at assitant@terahedun.com to get a personal response before then.

LETTER THREE FROM AMBER:

I was wondering if you give out book swag and / or how to go about getting book marks? Plus I was wondering where I could get autograph copies of your books I have them all on the nook but I would love actual books to hold.

ANSWER FROM TERAH:

Thanks for the email! I do give out book swag. Just send an email to assistant@terahedun.com with your physical mailing address and I’ll get some plus bookmarks over to you.

I’ll be having a few signed copies of the first four Courtlight books available through my website in August so look out for that as well!

ASSORTED GOODIES

I’m putting together mailers for libraries across the country and this is what the table in the dining room looks like as the process is under way –

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The Courtlight Bash of Summer 2015 – Pandora Jewelry, Swag, and More!

**UPDATE 08/01/2015 – CLOSED**
Thank you everyone so, so very much to everyone who entered this giveaway and for all of your amazing support.   Without you The Courtlight Series would not be where it is today!   It is lovely readers like yourselves who help keep the world of Algardis rife with adventure, romance and excitement!  With that, here is the list of our winners!
PANDORA RING GRAND PRIZE WINNER: Paulina D.
SECOND PRIZE COURTLIGHT BRACELET WINNERS: Austin B, Bube P, and  Tracey R.
THIRD PRIZE COURTLIGHT SWAG PACK WINNERS:
Jennifer R, Lonnie H, Jennifer, Amy H, Meredith M, Brittani J,  Bing, Judy S, Melina L, Marites F, Sandra W, Karen G, Tia,  Danielle L, Jennifer E, Ayanami F, Raine D, Emma L, Nikolina V,  Felicia S, Jonathan K, Kai W, Robbie B, Rachel M, Mary A,
Wendi S, Giedre S, and Trinitee M.
I will be contacting everyone so we can get your mailing address in order to get your prizes out to you as soon as possible!   Thank you again!
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The Courtlight Series has sold over one hundred thousand copies and in thanks – I’m doing a giveaway to end all giveaways! 
 
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, RACHEL AND I, WELCOME YOU TO THE 2015 #COURTLIGHTBASH
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WHERE: Global access baby, if you’re online anywhere in the world, you can WIN!
WHEN: July 11th – 25th, 2015, winner announced on the 31st!
WHAT CAN I WIN: Well, I’m so glad you asked! (All prizes INTERNATIONAL)
GRAND PRIZE #1: Pandora Ring
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SECOND PRIZE: Three Courtlight Bracelets
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THIRD PRIZE: Thirty Courtlight SWAG PACKS
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SO. ARE. YOU. READY?!
Here are the rules:

There are MANY prizes and only ONE way to get the Pandora Ring.

To win the grand prize PANDORA RING, one of 1 or to win one of thirty-three Courtlight Bracelets and/or Swag Packs:

Join the Rafflecopter for #CourtlightBash! : 

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All prizes awarded on July 31st!

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Not quite sure how you got to this page or who I am?

Try the Courtlight series out and tell me what you think: SMARTURL.IT/CBSDEAL

About the Author New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Terah Edun is a young adult fantasy writer that writes the stories that she always loved to read as a young girl. Her Courtlight and Crown Service series can be seen on the USA Today Happily Ever After blog.

You can interact with this bestselling author at: www.facebook.com/TerahEdunAuthor

 

The Blades Of Magic Audiobook is going on tour

Blades Of Magic Audiobook CoverBig Congrats to Janie M.! You won the Audible.com $20 Giftcard for the Blades Of Magic Audiobook Tour! Thank you for participating in the promotion and I hope everyone got a chance to check out the preview for Blades Of Magic on audio!

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Stop by these blogs from June 29th – July 3rd for quotes, thoughts, and critiques. 😀

 

June 29th

Victoria Simcox’s Blog           http://victoriasimcox.blogspot.com/

Undercover book reviews        http://undercoverbookreviews.blogspot.com/

Donnie Darko Girl      http://donniedarkogirl.blogspot.com

June 30th

3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too!          http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com

My Tangled Skeins Book Reviews     http://mytangledskeinsbookreviews.blogspot.com

Why I Can’t Stop Reading     http://whyicantstopreading.wordpress.com

Mama Reads Hazel Reads      http://mamareniazen.wordpress.com

July 1st

WOrkS of FiCTioN    http://bkwrm29.blogspot.com/

Spiced Latte Reads     http://spicedlatte.blogspot.com

Paging Through The Days      http://pagingthroughthedays.blogspot.com

July 2nd

Around the World in Books   http://www.aroundtheworldinbooks.ca/

Cornerfolds     http://www.cornerfolds.com

Book Lovers Life        http://bookloverslife.blogspot.ie/

July 3rd

Addicted Readers       http://addictreaders.blogspot.com/

Deal sharing aunt         http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/

Ashley’s Bookshelf     http://ashleysbookshelf.blogspot.com

 

 GIVEAWAY

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June Giveaway – Winners Get Awesome Swag!

Congrats to Brittani J. (United States) – our first winner of the fan giveaway prize pack! ^.^ – 06/08/15

Note: This contest is open to the WORLD. I’ll ship the prizes anywhere – Romania, Brazil, Malaysia, wherever. 😉

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Hey all – I’m hosting a JUNE GIVEAWAY of some awesome swag packs. I know I have some crazy awesome readers and talented artists out there. Soooooooooo, I was wondering how you’d feel about creating some fanart and/or Youtube videos on why you love the Courtlights so much?? Pleeeeease. Pwerdy please. ^.^

For every person who posts a 30-second video on Youtube this month OR shares their artistic skills with the world by posting fanart on TUMBLR – I will send them one of these gorgeous swag packs. ANYWHERE in the world.

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Here are the rules:

  • Have fun! Open internationally.
  • If its a Youtube video, you have to show at least one of the Courtlight covers on your eReader or have a print copy. But it can be a book review, a 30-second scream fest, a discussion of the series, surprise me!
  • If its fan-art anything goes – photoshop, handdrawn, any skill level is cool. But it has to be relevant to the series. Tumblr tag = Terah Edun

Here’s how you enter:

  • Email a link to your fanart post on social media or Youtube video to Rachel, assistant (at) terahedun (dot) com. All entries should be in by June 25th! If there’s enough I’ll post the winners at the end of the month.

P.S.:

If I get more than five entries, I’ll not only post the winners of the swag packs BUT ALSO pick one grand prize winner who will receive one item of their choice from my store – TERAH EDUN STORE. How’s that for incentive?

Sworn To Vengeance: Courtlight #7 – First Chapter

Time seems to have gotten away with me on this book. But I’m fast at work on it now! No release date to announce yet but I do have a very nice excerpt to share and a very cool shot of the exclusive pre-order that was promoted to the entire iBooks store on their science fiction & fantasy page. You can still pre-order Sworn To Vengeance on iBooks and only there! It will release on all retailers though. Now check out the blurb below before you read the excerpt! iBooks Promo

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Ciardis Weathervane is nothing if not resourceful but she and her friends are running out of time and options. They stand at the westernmost edge of the Algardis Empire with a mission from their emperor – bring home the collar that will stop a god in its tracks or die trying.

But nothing is ever that simple. In their way stands thousands of people trapped inside a walled city for half a century. With the souls of the living and the corpses of the damned, the denizens of Kifar have become the living undead.

What’s worse than confronting the undead? Learning that those poor souls blame the imperial family for their predicament. Now the city and its people want retribution and the only thing they will accept is the sacrifice of the empire’s most famous son – Sebastian Athanos Algardis.

He will stand trial for the crimes of his bloodline and it will take more than diplomacy for Ciardis to win his freedom, before a reign of fire comes down from the wyvern and the dragon to burn them all.

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Also keep in mind that this is pre-beta readers and pre-edits, so content may change.

Without further ado, the first chapter of SWORN TO VENGEANCE: COURTLIGHT #7. Hope you enjoy the first look! ^.^

First Chapter

Ciardis Weathervane stared at the dying embers of the campfire in front of her. Her body was still. If you looked at her face you would think that she was calm. Serene even. She wanted it to seem that way. Only two people in this encampment could read her mind at any point in time and at this moment they both were consciously doing their utmost best to not slip into her thoughts. Ciardis didn’t think it was out of respect that Thanar and Sebastian were keeping their mind-to-mind magic to a limit. But she had to admit, it didn’t seem to be out of petty vindictiveness either. Instead, she and they were at an odd impasse. One that required more effort that any of them were willing to put in at the moment to solve. After all, that effort would actually require them to voice their thoughts on the bond and even worse, do something about it. What that something was Ciardis had the feeling that none of them yet knew. But the push for change had been growing like a slowly rising tide ever since they had left Sandrin.

But it wasn’t yet to the point where it had to be addressed or they’d drown as sure as a fisherman with a cracked boat would. Which suited her just fine. They all had enough things to worry about and despite Christian’s tirade and Vana’s admonishments they weren’t in danger of dying from the strained bond. Not yet anyway. They were however about to be surrounded by the enemy, literally, so Ciardis could be forgiven if her mind was rather preoccupied with more pressing matters of life and death. She pursed her mouth into a thin line and she thought about the tension, no, not tension, the sense of nervous energy in the air. They were getting ready for another adventure. A new one. For some that meant they finally had a plan and a purpose. Terris, the shaman and the soldiers fell into that camp. Eager to move forward. For others, it meant that they were walking into a danger that they couldn’t quite assess. Ciardis, Sebastian, and Christian fell into that one. The worried camp. She didn’t like walking into anything blind, even if she was following the leadership of a friend.

Especially so, Ciardis thought dryly, If Terris dies because of this I’ll never forgive myself.

Ciardis turned to eye the one individual whose thoughts were unknown. Thanar. He had barely strung two words together since they’d gathered at the edge of the ruins two hours ago. She couldn’t hear his thoughts either and so she wasn’t sure if he was angry at the plan, at her or at the world. For now, she’d assume a little bit of each and keep her distance. He didn’t look very approachable anyway. He sat close enough to the small fire pit to see his work in front as he dragged a whetstone over a sharp curved blade. It was a scimitar he’d managed to purloin from one of the soldiers with a whispered promise…or threat, she wasn’t sure which. It could have easily been both since the man had turned as pale as a ghost as Thanar walked away with one of the soldier’s secondary weapons.

At least the soldier didn’t necessarily need the weapon, Ciardis thought with no little guilt. She had no idea why she felt so guilty though, it wasn’t like she was in charge of Thanar. That was her mother’s job.

Now the daemoni prince sat glaring at said weapon with an intensity hot enough to set fire to the steel if he was so inclined. Fortunately, he wasn’t. Instead of melted metal dripping down his fingers, the sharp scrap of the whetstone against the blade filled the air of their small enclave like the sound of nails on a brass wall. Far from soothing. But by the set of his shoulders and the determination of his gaze, the person who tried to pry the weapon from Thanar’s hands would lose more than an arm.

Just watching Thanar made Ciardis’s shoulders ache. She reached up with her unburdened left arm to massage the right. It was sore. In fact her entire upper body felt like a bruise. She wasn’t sure if that was from falling down a sand dune, fighting a group of Muareg on arrival, or sleeping on a stone floor. All three possibly.

But she wouldn’t complain. Because everyone else was in the same situation. Besides they weren’t here for a vacation, they were here on a diplomatic mission that could save their empire. She could live with a few sore muscles.

What she couldn’t live with was the thought of walking into a trap. But they didn’t have much choice. They didn’t have the time or the capability to travel around the encamped groups at the base of the valley. So they had to go through them.

“Threading the eyes of the needle as Terris said,” Ciardis whispered.

If this tactic went wrong, and she still wasn’t exactly sure how they planned on threading the needle without being seen, then they would be pitted against a couple thousands individuals that she’d much rather just avoid.

But it wasn’t just what they were walking immediately into that had Ciardis concerned.

It’s what comes after, she thought as she wiped a finger across the edge of her brow. For a moment she expected to feel sweat on her skin. But just the touch of her parched flesh, dry from a noonday sun and little hydration, met her fingers. She wasn’t surprised. More of an afterthought to remember that here, unlike the cool sea coast of Sandrin or the bitter cold of the North, the humidity in the air was nonexistent and moisture was a wishful thought. Probably the reason that there were no flora or fauna for miles. As the sun disappeared on the horizon and even their campfire smoldered into oblivion, her ability to see more than a few feet in front of her diminished to inches as she watched. They were slipping into the darkness that would cloak them in shadows as they raced across the sand. Hopefully undetected.

She pushed her fingers back into her hair impatiently, catching stray curls as she did so and threading them with stiff fingers into the nest of her hair. As she stopped fidgeting Ciardis closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and listened. Just for a moment. She heard the low whistle of wind as it flowed across sand dunes and around the broken ruin walls that housed their daylight camping spot.

She cocked her ear to the left at the final crackle of a dying fire. Then the low murmurs of a group of voices to her right caught her attention. They were discussing something. She couldn’t quite hear what and she was too grounded in this spot, with the wind in her hair and the sand beneath her booted feet to move over towards them.

It was probably important. Probably.

She opened her eyes, exhaled and looked up as another cool wind whipped around the columns with a burst of energy—throwing sand straight into her face. She grimaced as soon more sand whipped along her bare arms. Nothing about that felt particularly good. The little grains stung, but at least it wasn’t in her eyes. Add that to the cool temperature in the air and this little sojourn was turning out to be a delight.

Ciardis had to crack a wry smile. Who would have imagined being cold in the desert. But as she certainly knew now, it was possible.

She thought about how she felt. Despite the trepidation and energy around her, inwardly she felt calm. Not as serene as she’d like to project but calmer than she had been before previous circumstances of similarly dire straits.  And because she’d encountered plans like this before, she knew her mental state for what it was. She knew that it was the calm before the storm. She couldn’t avoid it or temper it. She could only acknowledge what was to come and prepare. The entire group felt on edge. And why shouldn’t they? They were about to invade enemy territory with little more than a few knives and swords between them and at least a thousand trained marauders in their way.

The tightness in her belly grew stronger. It just added to the wariness she already felt about their mission and the secret they had uncovered. Or rather the secret that they had been told. Their captive, the male known as ‘the Muareg’, hadn’t minced words about what awaited them in the city of Kifar.

So even if by some miracle we get through these marauder camps unscathed, we still have a city that not only has been locked away for half a century to deal with but now the possibility of something I hadn’t even thought about since I was in the forests of Ameles has arisen. Death magic, she thought to herself wryly while exhaling with a tense breath.

To be fair, what she had been dealing with in Ameles was shadow magic or the ability to control the shadows and the shades that inhabited bodies. But she had had one fatal encounter with a necromancer on that journey, fatal for him that is. All of which had left her with an aversion to death magic of any kind, let alone the type that allowed the dead to live again.

As she looked out of the corner of her eye, Ciardis spotted Sebastian staring at her with an inquisitive look. He didn’t say anything but the gaze was enough to tell her he was wondering why she was staring off into space. So Ciardis shook her head abruptly to clear her thoughts.

Focus, she chanted to herself. One thing at a time.

With her back to the edge of the steep embankment that led down into the valley she noticed that everyone was finally prepared to leave. They’d been ready for hours. But they couldn’t put Terris’s plan into action and thread the needle until full darkness had fallen. And with it came the stealthy way forward they needed.

In front of her the soldier smothered the orange glow from the remaining embers by kicking sand tersely over it. Ciardis watched the glow die and mage lights emerge all around her. Thanar held one light like a pet orb in center of his palm. Rachel had another hovering just over her shoulder.

Ciardis felt her brow furrow as she shivered. This time not from just the cold. She shook her shoulders to shrug off the feeling. It was true that the cold air of the desert night was giving her the shivers, but it was the foreboding feeling in the pit of her stomach that gave her the most unease.

Biting the bottom of her lip, she accepted a bundle of brown cloth from Christian as he walked over to her and left the convened group behind.

Taking her gaze from the steep slope that led down into the valley and the two groups of marauders that stood between them and Kifar, Ciardis gave the koreschie a small smile.

“Last minute preparations?” she asked

“As always.”

She laughed. It was a bitter one the she couldn’t help as the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach grew.

“Nervous?” he said quietly as he handed over a small bronze clasp. Looking at it and shaking out the musty bundle of cloth he’d given her, she realized it was a cloak and the fastening pin for the nape of her neck.

“About?” she said.

She heard the chuckle in his voice which she ignored to see why everyone in their group was suddenly standing on the edge of the embankment. She turned back to the vision that currently had their entire group enthralled. The campfires of their enemies had become visible as soon as dusk hit. And there were a lot of them. What had seemed improbable just hours before, seemed downright impossible now. How were they supposed to slip between two camps that has many fires burning as there were visible stars in the sky. Or so it seemed.

Beside her she felt the sand shift around her boots as Christian took firmer footing on the vista that it seemed everyone had gathered silently to stare from.

Finally he replied, “Are you more nervous about threading the eye of that needle…or what we’ll find on the other side?”

“I’m…not sure.”

“Try.”

“What does it matter,” she said harshly.

As soon as she said it she regretted it. Not the words themselves. The tone. She sounded more anxious than a high-strung mare facing down a pack of wolves.

But to his credit Christian didn’t comment on that.

He did, however, say, “Sometimes the greatest fear is admitting the fear itself.”

Ciardis replied, “Tell me that again when we’re facing down a satyr with mind-wielding powers or a god of destruction. I’m sure it’ll be helpful.”

She tightened her hand on the rough staff in her right palm almost involuntarily. Yes, she was scared. But she didn’t have to admit it every second. She wouldn’t. She needed to be brave. They all needed to be brave.

“I agree we need to be brave,” Christian said.

“Did I say that aloud?” Ciardis murmured startled. “What I meant was—“

 “You were right,” Christian interjected.

Ciardis blinked and turned to eye him with no little surprise. “About what?”

Christian snorted. “That perhaps…admitting the fear serves no purpose at this time.”

“Will wonders never cease?” Ciardis said.

Christian shook her head. “For you? No.”

Ciardis punched him in the shoulder and he broke the tense atmosphere with a hearty laugh.

She couldn’t help it, she responded with a chuckle of her own.

“We’ve been in worse situations,” Ciardis said reluctantly.

“Yes, we have.”

“And we survived.”

“For the most part,” said Christian diplomatically.

Ciardis sighed. “Yes, well we’ll just have to keep pushing through.”

He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as she looked up at him.

“Through these trials I meant,” she murmured.

He nodded. “What else is on your mind?”

Ciardis opened her mouth to answer and then swallowed hastily before clamping her mouth shut.

“Ciardis,” he prodded.

“Alright, fine,” she said harshly, “You can’t tell me that even the mighty koreschie, killer and healer, doesn’t have some reservations about this plan.”

This time he laughed. “I would never dream of it. In fact, I’m terrified.”

“Of what awaits us behind the city walls?” Ciardis asked curiously.

“Of the people who await us in the valley below,” Christian.

Ciardis blinked. That wasn’t the answer she’d been expecting. Granted, she did fear the marauders. But that’s all they were. Thieves. Scoundrels. Human ones.

She’s rather face a thousand immoral humans, than one hundred undead ones.

And it was the undead that awaited them in Kifar.

Crossing Worlds Launch + $100 Giftcard / Kindle Fire

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Step into fantastical realms with the Crossing Worlds YA StoryBundle – Young Adult fiction guaranteed to entertain all ages!

Do you miss that sense of wonder your favorite books used to give you; the fast-paced and exciting reads that would suck you in and not let you go?

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Welcome to the newest StoryBundle, where nine top-notch authors bring you tales of adventure and courage featuring younger protagonists triumphing over magic and mayhem.

The Authors:

   Anthea Sharp | Julian Rosado-Machain | Steven Savile | Susan Kaye Quinn

     Nic Tatano | Mercedes Lackey | Elle Casey | Emily Casey | Terah Edun

          A great perk of the Storybundle format is that it’s pay what you want.

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That’s right. You can go to Storybundle.com/YA and set any amount for all 10 of these fabulous stories. So go ahead, choose your price, grab a bundle, AND enter to win a new Kindle Fire or $100 cash while you’re at it.

Remember, you only have 3 weeks to grab this amazing bundle, and then it’s gone forever.

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An Introduction to my Assistant – Rachel

RachelHey Readers,

I felt it was time to do a formal introduction of my new assistant, Rachel. 😀 As time has passed, I’ve gotten busier and busier with the business side of writing. That leaves me less time to write in general. To rectify the problem, I’ve decided to work with an assistant in 2015 and boy I’ve already noticed a difference in my ability to be productive and get things done!

Now that I have Rachel by my side things get done quicker with two people on the task. Rachel has been a long-time beta reader for me and friend, so it really was the best combination to bring her onto my team as my assistant. She’s now in charge of my Facebook page, Facebook reader group, giveaways, keeping me on target with my writing, reminding me of project deadlines, and answering any questions you all have. We’ve had two great months to work together before I officially introduced her to you and really have managed to make a seamless work relationship.

You can reach Rachel through my official Facebook page: www.facebook.com/TerahEdunAuthor or by email: assistant@terahedun.com

Now that formal introductions are over, let’s get to the fun part shall we? Rachel has an AWESOME background and story which I think you’ll find fascinating especially if you’re a fan of my CROWN SERVICE series. She’s a lady sword fighter who does combat training in a variety of weapons like longswords. If you don’t know what that is, check out this NY Times story on the art form. How cool is that? Once you finish reading the interview you’ll understand why she’s the perfect assistant and beta reader for me. Hint, not only is she really great at keeping me on track, but is also a practiced fighter who studies herbalism! You’ll see, now read on and please welcome Rachel to the team in the comments! <3
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Where are you from and what drew you to learn how to fight?

My name is Rachel Westra and in the Society for Creative Anachronism (see here on their mock combats) I’m called Lady Delphina the Bearcat.   I’m from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, but I currently live in Great Britain.

The whole reason I was drawn towards the way of the sword and the path of a warrior was all thanks to a single book, C.S. Lewis’s “The Horse and His Boy” – the first fantasy book I had ever read.   I was immediately hooked and I knew with all of my 8 year old heart that I was going to grow up to be a fighter.   That single book set me on a life-changing path and ten years later when I was 18 I was able to make that dream come true.   Pennants and banners snapping in the breeze, sun glinting off helms and the glitter of gleaming mail coats.   All of this is something I experience now as a tourney fighter with the SCA.

How long have you been training with a sword?

I have been training for the past 13 years, since I was 16 years old.

Are you trained in more than one weapon and/or hand-to-hand combat?

I am trained primarily with sword and shield, however I am also trained and authorized in great sword, glaive, spear, mace and axe.   I have never had any official training for hand-to-hand, but I like to think of myself as a bit of a scrapper.

What’s it like being a woman in a historically male field?

This is somewhat of an interesting topic and I am a bit torn on it truth be told. The bottom line is that I do not see myself as a female fighter.   I am a fighter who happens to be a woman.   Once the helm and armor is donned, there are no allowances made for genders.   On the other side of that coin though, a small part of me is very proud that I am one of the guys and I love to see other women get out there and test their mettle. As a woman that is only 5’2”, I try to be an example to others that size does not matter.   And I will say that I am very grateful to the other woman fighters who have gone before me and paved the way during much harder times, when I may not have been as readily accepted in the shield-wall as I am today.

Note from Terah: I’d like to point out here that Rachel is not the only amazing woman to do medieval combat training just as she says. See this bio on Samantha Sword (pictured kneeling here). tumblr_mzofj8ho1W1rjo7j8o4_400

You once explained that you belonged to a medieval society/organization with a global presence. Tell us more about them!

I belong to a group called the Society for Creative Anachronism, or more commonly referred to as the SCA.   From the website the SCA is an “…international organization dedicated to researching and re-creating the arts and skills of pre-17th-century Europe. Our “Known World” consists of 19 kingdoms, with over 30,000 members residing in countries around the world. Members, dressed in clothing of the Middle Ages and Renaissance, attend events which feature tournaments, royal courts, feasts, dancing, various classes & workshops, and more”   I have traveled the United States as well as Sweden, Germany, Wales, and England attending events and fighting in tournaments and melees.   The largest event the SCA has can include anywhere from 10,000-15,000 people in attendance and about 5,000 fighters on the field during the melees.

What did you have to do to earn your title? Can you explain the ranking system of the Society for Creative Anachronisms to us?   I have the title of “Lady” it is the most basic of titles and usually the first to be given out to members.   I earned my title by being an active member in the SCA and by helping out as much as I could within my local group and Kingdom.

Is there a female warrior – fictional or non-fictional, that you find inspiring?

Yes, very much so.   You see, even though I had made the decision when I was 8 years old to become a warrior someday, I needed a bit more encouragement that I could do it when I grew older. That is when I was introduced to Alanna the Lioness, by Tamora Pierce. Here was a fictional character who was about the same age as I currently was going through some similar trials and I kept telling myself that if she could do it, I could as well.Rachel2

For all the women and men out there who want to learn how to wield a sword, where would you suggest they go to learn more?

You can definitely find out if there is a local SCA group close to you and contact them to see when fighter practice would be.   Practice is free and most groups have loaner armor and people willing to help train you and get you started.   I had the good fortune to stumble upon my local SCA group when I was 16. A friend of mine had told me about them and I showed up unannounced to their local fighter practice.   Imagine if you will…there I was, a 16 years old girl with bright blue hair, walking up to a complete group of strangers with all the courage I could muster. A chance to finally realize the dream I had since I was 8. I walked up to them and asked “Are you the SCA?” When they said yes, I said in a determined voice, “Good, I want to fight!”

Can you tell us a little about yourself outside of sword-fighting?

I am 29 years old and currently residing in England.   I am also a college student and am actively pursuing a major in German as well as a certificate to teach English as a second/foreign Language.   I am an avid reader with close to 700 books in my personal library. While they consist mostly of fantasy books, I also have texts on medieval sword fighting techniques, herbalism, mystery, classics, and historical fiction.   Even though I love reading I love video games and hiking just as much!

And that is the end of the interview!