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Scrivner Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!
About The Book:
Author: E.S. Scrivner
Pub. Date: September 23, 2024
Publisher: Books to Hook Publishing, LLC.
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 344
Find it: Goodreads, https://amzn.to/3Bh8GxA
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In a realm where gods whisper and
shadows come alive...
Ilfair never asked to be chosen. But when ancient runes appear on his arm and
voices invade his mind, he's thrust into a world where myth and reality
collide. As the reluctant bearer of a divine message, Ilfair must embark on a
perilous journey across the realm of Erlan to bring forth a child of the
gods—one that could usher in an Age of Knowledge or spell doom for all.
With the help of Embrey, a determined priestess, and Ao'faer, the enigmatic
Athenomancer, Ilfair must navigate treacherous waters, both literal and
figurative. From the towering Atheneum Isle to the mysterious Whalefall grove,
he'll face challenges that will test not just his courage, but his very sanity.
As dark forces spawned by the unearthly Aberiths close in, Ilfair must master
his newfound abilities and unravel the secrets of his destiny. But in a world
where knowledge is power and memories are magic, who can he truly trust?
Dive into Winters Haven, a spellbinding tale of cosmic balance,
ancient prophecies, and one young man's struggle to find his place in a world
on the brink of transformation. Perfect for fans of medieval fantasy, this epic
tale will keep you turning pages long into the night.
Will Ilfair embrace his destiny and save Erlan, or will the whispers in his
mind lead him astray?
Get your copy now and embark on an unforgettable journey through a world
where every shadow holds a secret and every choice could change the fate of the
realm!
Excerpt:
Ilfair awoke at the bottom of a deep rift, in a land
completely unknown to him, and noticed light snow collecting in his red hair.
The moon shone down through the snowflakes which fell heavily from invisible
clouds high in the night sky. He sat up, disoriented, a dim ringing still
filled his fuzzy head.
He stretched his arms, rubbing them a little to warm
himself. Some of the snow that had gathered on him while he slept melted and
dripped from his thin hair. His wet bangs hung limply over his face, covering
his light eyebrows and obscuring his view slightly. He smoothed it back away
from his face and took in his surroundings. This cold, dark landscape was a far
cry from his home in Fayrest.
The land around Fayrest was red and green hued from the
oxidizing iron and nickel in the earth there, especially in the deepest mines
of the Fenrik Hills created by the divine power of Iroin’s Runeminers. But this
place was black.
As he remembered the scene from within the moon and took
stock of his surroundings, panic flared in his chest again and the familiar and
terrifying images of dark, eel-like creatures whispered incoherently in his
mind. He closed his eyes, looked down, and took eight deep breaths to calm his
heart and thoughts.
“One… two… three… four…” Ilfair focused on his breathing,
counting each breath carefully to avoid the slithering whispers.
“Five… six… seven… eight…” On the last exhale, he opened his
eyes, the pupils and sky-blue irises reversed, as only his could, to allow him
to see clearly in the darkness that had swallowed him. His shadowsight.
The mental assault persisted but was at least manageable
enough for him to take in his surroundings. All around him were unearthly black
structures. Sheer and tall black rift walls flanked him. Nearer to him, eight
rune-covered standing stones rose up about him like dead trees from the shiny,
wet, black ground.
An itching feeling on his arm took his eyes from the
eldritch mystery of the scene. He looked down at the underside of his arm, the
source of the unpleasant sensation, and gasped at what he saw. Black runes
spiraled and twisted on the pale underside of his exposed and lightly freckled
forearm.
About E.S. Scrivner:
Known by his
alien kin as Es, he fell to Earth when the skies were still dark. For ages, he
burrowed beneath the surface of this simple world. But over millennia, as the
weird sphere warmed and shifted, Es emerged, slithering out from beneath a rock
sometime in the early 1980s. Sustained by a diet of comic books, fantasy
role-playing games, and caffeine, he evolved into a sometimes-likable young man
with auburn hair and freckled skin. He adopted the name Eric Scrivner and began
crafting works of fantasy. Without these creations, he risks reverting to his
slithering form, cursed to hide beneath some cold, lonely rock once again.
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Giveaway Details:
1 winner
will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Rockstar Book Tours, International.
Ends February 11th, midnight EST.
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