It has been a busy couple of weeks around here on the Multiverse!
We have been forced to fix broken cars, we celebrated the independence of the greatest country in the world, we took our son for a Summer Welcome orientation whirlwind at his new college, and... hmm... lets see... what else?
Oh, yea right! We also released the first book in the Plotters of Cantaera trilogy!
Yea, it's been a little bit busy around here!
So, while you take a moment to view the stunning art work on the cover of the new book on the Amazon web page (here): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008HR41F8
... I thought you might also like to taste a little tidbit of the story to get you exited about reading the rest of it.
Because, nothing says loving like something from the oven, right?
So, here you have it, a fresh baked dessert ready and waiting for you to ingest!
For today's morsel I thought you might like to get a taste of our female lead character, Sirana.
Sirana is a Maithus princess, the leader of a people who believe that William Deane is the fulfillment of a long believed prophecy that says a man will be born to lead them to their freedom.
But we all know how William feels about prophecy right? That it's just a tool of the Plotters, used to control the people of Cantaera?
Yep... see how William likes it when he hears a little bit more about what the Maithus expect of him...
“You must be wrong about me,” he said. “I have nothing, I know nothing that the Governors would want.”
Sirana glanced at her men, then looked directly at William with that same intent look that made him feel she could see through him. She seemed to hesitate, but she finally spoke.
“They want your power,” she whispered.
“Power?” William said, feeling suddenly that Sirana had seen or guessed all of his thoughts. He tried to hide his surprise that she had possibly stepped dead center into the middle of his own personal demons.
“What power?” he asked as innocently as possible.
Sirana’s look became somehow even more intent, and instead of answering his question, she asked more of her own.
“Have you noticed any strange things happening to you lately? Unexplainable things?”
William froze. He tried to stop his mind from going to the place her question had directed him to, but he could not. He knew now with certainty what Sirana was speaking of, though he couldn't figure out how she knew it. Immediately, all the things that had happened to him recently came pounding back into his mind; the fog in the field, the encounter with Coralis, Murry and Grandpa’s memory lapses, the protest at the Council building, Grandpa’s abduction, and Sirana stabbing him in the heart. Were these the things that Sirana was now referring to? Were these things all happening because of some power he possessed? He tried to deny it, but he knew he could not; somehow Sirana had known that these things were happening.
William felt again the strong pull to talk to her about these things, the need to have someone to confide in, but something told him it was not the right time for him to have that comfort. For some reason he knew that he was not to tell Sirana what had happened to him. It wasn’t only his desire to be perceived as mature or that he worried she would think him insane that held him back. There was something else that stopped him.
He scrunched up his face and shook his head in answer to her question.
“Other than being stabbed in the heart and living through it there is nothing else I can tell that has seemed strange,” he said.
Sirana looked at him like she wasn’t sure she believed him.
“You are certain?” she asked.
William nodded. “Well that, and the fact that my whole family has been taken captive,” he added.
She seemed to accept his answer.
“Nevertheless,” she continued, “as you pointed out, the fact that you can survive a wound like that indicates many things to me and my people. We have been expecting one such as you for some time.”
“Your people have been expecting me?” he asked. “So it’s not only the Council and the Governors who are after me?”
She flashed him a look that told him the answer to his question was more than obvious. He realized that he was finally getting to the meat of the answers he needed, only now he felt like he had heard enough. These were not the answers he had wanted to hear. But he couldn’t stop now just because he didn’t like the answers he was getting.
“But I have been here in Ves-Jin my whole life,” he said. “Why didn’t you just try to find me before now?”
“We did not know it was you we were looking for until recently.”
It hit him then, and her words from moments ago flooded back to him. In his haste to find information about his Grandpa he had neglected to pay attention to what she had said. She had said that they had been looking for him when they came to Ves-Jin. Like the men who were chasing him. She had spoken to Grandpa while William was at the Council meeting. He didn’t think she had wanted that to slip out, given that now his Grandpa was missing. She told him that she believed he has a power, and that the men chasing him were after that power. Was she after that power too? Is that what her people were expecting? Though he hadn’t told her, she knew about the power. Somehow she knew.
His suspicions flared anew, and he was grateful that he had kept his wits about him enough to not tell her everything. She had told him before she stabbed him that there were those who would lie about their identity to get information about her people, yet, even after seemingly confirming his identity, she still did not trust him. He realized that he also had good reason to doubt her trustworthiness. She was not telling him everything she knew, that was certain, and he decided he should do the same.
“And what is so important about me, about this power, that your people have been expecting me?”
“In time you will come to know more,” she said, and William could tell her willingness to share her information had evaporated.
“Tomorrow, we will make for Stanton,” she said, changing the subject. “Then we head north, to Hanna, and onward.” She pulled her blanket over her, arranging a spot to sleep for the night.“Why are we going to Stanton?” he asked, trying to sound indifferent and purposely ignoring the reference to Hanna, and onward. He suddenly realized that he might possibly be making different travel plans.
And there you have it!
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