Hi, guys welcome to my stop on A Soul for Chaos Blog Tour, hope you guys like the nice little excerpt I have for you today. This book sounds really interesting, I haven´´t had the chance to read it yet, but if you guys have pls, let me know what you thought of it. =D
Title: A Soul For Chaos
Series: The Soulbearer Trilogy, Book 2
Author: Crista McHugh
Genre:
Fantasy with strong romantic elements
ISBN:
978-1479236817
Ebook
978-0985446222
Number
of pages: 338
Word
Count: 89K
Cover
Artist: Claudia McKinney
Book Description:
Book 2 of the Soulbearer Trilogy
Life is dull without a little
Chaos.
Trouble is more than just a
nickname for Arden Soulbearer. It seems to follow her wherever she goes. And no
one knows this better than her protector, Devarius Tel’Brien.
Dev thought that by moving Arden
to Gravaria so she could learn how to control Loku, the chaos god whose soul
inhabits her body, life would be simpler. Wrong. Not only is he continually
torn between his duty and his growing feelings for the Soulbearer, but he also
has to contend with the rival prince who wishes to claim her heart. Adding to
his problems, a group of powerful mages have banded together to rid the world
of the disembodied chaos god once and for all. Of course, that means they have
to destroy Arden in the process.
Growing up in
small town Alabama, Crista relied on story-telling as a natural way for her to
pass the time and keep her two younger sisters entertained. Of course, that
also means she’s inclined to suffer some of the same maladies that plague many
southern writers like overuse of simile and metaphor, exaggeration,
melodramatic writing style, and the ever-popular long-winded sentence.
She currently
lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children,
maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues
to pursue writing on nights and weekends.
Just for laughs,
here are some of the jobs she’s had in the past to pay the bills: barista,
bartender, sommelier, stagehand, actress, morgue attendant, and autopsy
assistant.
And she’s also a
recovering LARPer. (She blames it on her crazy college days)
For the latest
updates and answers to any burning questions you have, please check out her
webpage.
Twitter:
@crista_mchugh
*****
Now, I know guys are wondering what the fuzz is about so let me show you an excerpt from the book.
Short Excerpt
From the dark recesses, he watched
them enter, the torch light flickering across their golden masks as they filed
into the main chamber. Tonight, the Tribunal of the Gods would meet for the
first time in over a decade. Tonight, they would discuss the fate of the newest
threat to their power.
He adjusted the mask of Nelos,
concealing his face from everyone. It didn’t matter who he was, only the god he
served. And he did more than just serve Nelos—he was his voice in this realm.
Out of all the priests and priestesses in the chamber, only he spoke with the
true authority of a deity. Only he could channel the God of Law’s power. And
only he could lead them on the crusade to rid the world of the god of chaos,
Loku, once and for all.
He waited until everyone else had
arrived before he made his grand entrance. With a flick of his hand, the
torches brightened, bathing the main chamber in light. The jewels that adorned
the wall winked at him as if they already approved of his plan.
“So nice of you to join us,” the
priestess wearing the mask of Ivis said as he entered. “We could have done
without the theatrics, though.”
“The light of the Law will drive the
darkness of Chaos away,” he replied, quoting the teachings of Nelos. As he sat
in his appointed chair and draped his silver robe across the seat, he surveyed
the other eleven members of Tribunal, trying to pinpoint each of their
weaknesses. “After all, that’s why we’re here—to discuss what to do with Loku.”
“In a way, yes.” The Priestess of
Ivis narrowed her eyes as if to challenge him.
He muffled his snort. Ivis may have
the most followers in Gravaria, but she was a weak goddess. Too kind, too
merciful, too aligned with the so-called “Lady Moon” worshipped in Ranello.
The Priestess of Ivis finally turned
her gaze away from him. “Loku has a new Soulbearer.”
“Why should it concern us?” the
Priest of Jussip asked as he toyed with the golden battle ax dangling from his
belt. Like the god he served, he was a soldier, a man of action. He was
probably wishing the Tribunal to end as quickly as possible, but he would also
be the easiest to sway to Nelos’ plans.
“Agreed.” The Priestess of Sulia
twirled her hair around her fingers. “Loku has had many Soulbearers, and they
all suffer the same fate. Why is this one any different?”
He leaned forward. Did they really
not know? Had they all turned a deaf ear to the rumors coming from Ranello?
“For starters, she’s a woman.”
One of the other priestesses gasped,
and every pair of eyes behind the golden masks focused on him. Nelos had told
him everything about her, every detail about the girl known as Trouble. For
once, he had the upper hand, and he would use it to bend the others to his
will.
The Priestess of Sulia stopped
playing with her hair. “But Loku’s never had a female Soulbearer.”
“She’ll probably succumb to the
madness sooner than a man.” The Priest of Jussip fidgeted in his chair. “Is
that why you called this meeting, Ivis? To mark this milestone in Loku’s
regression?”
“No.” Ivis’s voice echoed off the
wall, and a current of magic rippled through the air.
A shiver raced up his spine, and his
muscles locked. Could she have the ability to channel her deity as well?
“Do not fear her, my servant,” the
familiar voice of Nelos whispered in his mind. “She is the one resorting to theatrics. Ivis doesn’t hold her in the
same regard that I do you. You are my chosen one. You are the one who will
bring peace and order to this realm.”
He relaxed back against his chair.
“She’s a Ranellian.”
Once again, he held their attention,
and the Priestess of Ivis appeared slightly perturbed by it. “Correct. And
since you know so much about her, Nelos, do you care to offer a guess why I’m
so concerned?”
A smile curled up behind his mask.
“Unlike the others, she’s used Loku’s powers for something other than personal
gain.”
“So I’ve heard.” Ivis addressed the
other members of the Tribunal. “Arden Lesstymine is the girl’s name. From the
reports I’ve been given, she channeled Loku’s powers to destroy a necromancer
that was terrorizing the kingdom.”
“But magic is outlawed in Ranello.”
The Priest of Kylow, god of the sea, rubbed his chin. “King Heodis will order
her burned at the stake before she’s a threat to us.”
“Or he will use her against us and
try to conquer our Empire.” Jussip grabbed his ax and jumped to his feet. “I
say we destroy her before she crosses the border.”
Several others echoed his sentiments.
It was all too easy to get them riled up. Yes, they served their deities, but
in their hearts, they were all staunch Gravarians.
All but him. He served a higher
calling. Out of all the priests in the empire, Nelos had chosen him to help
usher in a new age of peace.
“Silence, please.” Ivis’ voice boomed
over their shouts, and once again, another burst of magic blew through the air.
“Heodis knows of her abilities and has even bequeathed a title upon her for her
efforts. But I do not think she will be manipulated by him.”
“Is Devarius Tel’brien still the
Soulbearer’s protector?” The Priestess of the Ornathian goddess, Lireal,
startled everyone with her question. Normally, she remained silent, following
the nature of the goddess she served. On the rare occasions she spoke, people
listened.
Jussip chuckled. “Poor Dev. Always
the protector, never the Soulbearer. How’s that for a never-ending punishment?”
“Yes, Sir Devarius is still her
protector,” Ivis replied in a tight voice, ignoring Jussip’s snide remarks.
“Then we have little to fear from
her.” The winged Ornathian priestess sank back into her silence and let the
others dwell on her statement. The knight had a reputation of keeping the
Soulbearers under control, never mind his unwavering loyalty to the Empire.
They almost seemed convinced that the new Soulbearer was not a threat as long
as Devarius remained in the picture.
Rage boiled up inside him. He needed
to renew his momentum. He needed to convince them that she was as dangerous as
the god living inside her. “Perhaps, but from what I’ve heard, she’s channeled
Loku numerous times and has not shown any signs of madness. Could he be trying
a new strategy? One where he could manipulate his Soulbearer into doing his
bidding without raising any of our suspicions?”
“What are you suggesting?” Jussip’s
knuckles turned white as his grip tightened around his battle ax.
“She was a witch before she became
infected with Loku. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stretching his influence
over her in a different way. Instead of turning her mad like he did the others,
perhaps he’s seducing her into becoming a willing servant. Loku didn’t open the
portal to the Realm of Chaos without help from his followers.”
His threat had the desired effect.
Doubt filled all of their eyes.
All except Ivis. She lifted her chin
in defiance. “Your point is made. We should watch her as carefully as we have
other Soulbearers in the past. Spring is near, and Sir Devarius will bring her
here as quickly as he can. Once she is encased in the Mage’s Conclave, we will
have ample opportunity to study Loku’s influence over her.”
The others nodded their heads in
agreement, but Nelos curled his hand into a fist, banging it on the armrest of
his chair. “We’ve only seen a glimpse of what she’s capable of doing, and look
what she did to her home kingdom. She leveled the city walls of Trivinus. I say
we strike now before she brings chaos to Gravaria.”
Ivis stood, her unwavering gaze fixed
on him. “Would the God of Law sentence someone without having absolute
confidence she has broken any laws?”
“She has broken laws, or have you
forgotten magic is outlawed in Ranello?”
“But not here.” She moved to the
center of the circle, turning slowly to speak to each of the priests and
priestesses in turn. “We have little concrete information on this new
Soulbearer other than the rumors that have made their way here. I urge all of
you to pray to your deities for guidance on this matter, but do not act until
we have all the facts. If she has managed to resist the madness thus far, then
perhaps we have found the most powerful Soulbearer yet.”
She finally came to him. “Does that
sound agreeable to you, Nelos?”
Inside, he seethed. She had somehow
managed to turn them all against him, to reduce them to cowards that would
rather wait until the threat was on their soil before they struck.
“Patience, my servant. You do not need their help to dispose of
Loku. I am all the power you need.”
His god’s word soothed him, and the
red faded from his vision. “I will pray on the matter,” he replied in an even
tone. And strike when he tells me to.
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