Book 3 Update
Don't worry--Book 3 in the Descended of Dragons series is still set to release in late spring. But as I've written it, the title I originally gave Book 3 just doesn't fit.
This book simply isn't Salted Wound;
it's Betrayal Foretold.
(dum, dum, dummmmm)
And, oh, are there some wickedly delicious twists in Book 3.
Wanna read an excerpt, a little prologue I put together
when preparing to write Betrayal Foretold?
You got it.
Book 3 Excerpt
Far from Radix, from Thayer’s capitol city of Caliph, from any concentration of people whatsoever, Brandubh paced the great room of his castle home. Over the years he’d taken care to furnish the residence with sophisticated art, beautifully inlaid tables and chests, and finely upholstered furniture. Hand-woven rugs scattered the castle’s interior. But no amount of refinery could ever diminish the sharp, reverberant clomp, clomp, clomping of angry boot steps as they struck the stone-hewn floor.
The loss of his precious dragons was a mortal blow. He had eyes everywhere, and his spies had informed him almost the moment it happened. It was no coincidence people descended of rats were so prolific; it took a lot of them to form a network, and they were notoriously short-lived. He might’ve lost his dragons--for now--but he still had spies.
And he still had one other very critical ace up his sleeve. Precisely when he would play the pivotal card, he wasn’t yet sure. But his lips slid into that fox-like grin each time it occurred to him how brilliant, how deliciously useful this particular mole had been.
Stryde and Eiven were lost forever. Bay had fled. And the one creature with the potential to help him finally achieve his goals was alive and well…and alone.
Foreboding enough for ya? No? All right, then. More later.