Hi guys, today is my turn to host a stop on the Trinity Blog Tour and as part of my stop, I have a really cool excerpt of this book but most important is that Clare Davidson agreed to come here today to talk to us for a bit. =D
Trinity
Clare Davidson
Clare Davidson
Genre:
Young Adult/High Fantas
ISBN:
978-14722200 paperback
9781476437484 ebook
ASIN:
B008MYHASG
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About the Book
Kiana
longs to walk through a forest and feel grass between her toes. But she is the
living embodiment of a goddess and has enemies who wish to murder her. Her
death will curse the whole of Gettryne. Locked away for protection, she dreams
of freedom. Her wish comes true in the worst possible way, when her home and
defenders are destroyed. Along with an inexperienced guard and a hunted
outcast, Kiana flees the ravages of battle to search for a solution to the
madness that has gripped Gettryne for a thousand years. Pursued by the vicious
and unrelenting Wolves, their journey will take them far beyond their limits,
to a secret that will shake the world.
*****
“Switch clothes.”
Kiana blinked at Finn. It
was such a simple order but she couldn’t make her arms move to obey him.
“Now!”
Slowly, Kiana turned to
look at her handmaid. Erynn’s eyes were red and puffy, her face smudged with
dirt from the tunnel and her blonde hair dishevelled. The girl’s shoulders
shook as she pulled the plain brown surcoat over her head and held it out to
Kiana. Like Kiana, she also wore an undyed woollen underdress that preserved
modesty. Kiana stared at the surcoat and then at Erynn. Her lower lip trembled
and a lump formed in her throat that threatened to choke her.
“Now, Kiana!” Finn kept
glancing towards Ciall, who was standing at the tunnel entrance.
Sunlight filtered in,
providing enough light to see by deeper in the tunnel. Kiana could hear the
sounds of fighting in the distance. Swords clanged against each other, feet
thundered over wood and men screamed. She clamped her hands over her ears and
sank down so that she was crouching.
Finn was shouting at her.
Kiana shook her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She wouldn’t listen.
How could he ask her to send Erynn out to die?
A pair of hands closed
over hers and pulled them away from her ears.
“Kiana.”
Kiana couldn’t
immediately put a name to the gentle voice. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Nidan
was crouching in front of her, eyes alert, body tense, but there was a kindness
in his face.
“We don’t have time to
think,” he said. “You need to do as Finn says.”
“But…”
“Don’t think.” He was
right. “You have to live.”
Right again. She stood
and pulled her surcoat off with numb fingers. Erynn helped her into the rough
wool garment. It irritated the nape of her neck. It doesn’t matter! She watched as Erynn pulled on the golden
surcoat. Kiana had always wondered why she and Erynn looked so alike. Now it
was clear: Erynn was the perfect decoy. Kiana shivered violently. Her stomach
lurched. She turned away and threw up. Once she had recovered, Nidan offered
her a scrap of cloth. She cleaned her mouth and then managed to force a grateful
smile to her lips.
“We split into two
groups,” Finn said. “Bran and Coran will take Erynn.” He looked at Nidan.
“You’re with me and Ciall.”
Kiana had enough wits to
see Nidan’s eyebrows raise as his mouth dropped open. Under different
circumstances, his expression might have been comical.
“Let’s go!”
She forced herself to
follow Finn out of the tunnel, expecting to see Wolves at any moment.
Finn must have sensed
Kiana’s nervousness. He paused and glanced at her. “From what we could see, the
Wolves are concentrated around the moat. It’s unlikely they’ll find this
entrance.”
Kiana nodded. They had
run through the tunnel for what felt like an eternity, and the fighting sounded
so distant. Despite Finn’s assurances, Kiana stared after the other group as
they vanished into the forest. They had to stay safe. They had to.
*****
Now,lets welcome Clare Davidson, who is going to share something really cool with us.
The Night Before the Assault
I thought I'd share a short scene that
takes place before the opening chapter of Trinity:
The camp was quiet. The Wolves hadn't lit
any fires–it was too much of a risk. Skaric lay on a rough blanket, staring up
at the night sky. A blanket of stars spread above the camp, the only witnesses
to the Wolves' presence at the edge of the forest. Inside was Blackoak Tower,
allegedly the home of the incarnation of Miale.
"Can't sleep?"
Skaric didn't need to see Vali to
recognise his friend. He tucked his hands beneath his head. "I'd rather be
on watch."
Vali chuckled. His bedroll plopped to the
floor beside Skaric and he absently kicked it out. "We're far too
important to waste our energy on watch, Skaric," he said in a mocking
tone.
Skaric rolled his eyes.
"Do you think we really will find
the Miale bitch in that tower?"
Skaric shrugged. "That's what we've
been told."
Vali stretched out on his side, propping
himself up on his elbow so he could face Skaric. "People lie… even under
torture."
Neither of them had been present. They
hadn't seen the man's face or heard his words. Only Berend had.
"The war leader doesn't do anything
that has the potential to make him look bad." Skaric kept his voice low.
"Berend must be sure she's there." The name tangled on his tongue and
left a bad taste in his mouth. It was no secret that they didn't get along.
"It could be a decoy."
A smile spread across Skaric's lips.
"We'll know."
Vali flopped onto his back. "Oh yes.
Her telltale amber eyes. What if that's just a myth?"
"You're very pessimistic
tonight," Skaric chuckled. "It's a fact that's been handed down from
Alpha to Alpha for a thousand years. It's true." He felt the strength of
his conviction in his words. "A god cannot inhabit a mortal body without
leaving a physical mark."
He closed his eyes, allowing the subdued
sounds of the camp to wash over him. Hushed voices chatted in scattered
clusters. Horses snorted and swished their tails. Leather creaked under the
pressure of heavy-handed polishing. The stench of unwashed men and horse dung
made the air in the camp uncomfortable to breathe. Tension filled the air,
carried by anxious whispers and unseen stares.
"At least Berend is the one who'll
face your father's wrath if this is a waste of time," Vali said.
Tension coiled in the pit of Skaric's
stomach. He opened his eyes. The sky seemed even blacker, the stars more
accusing.
"If we fail…"
"We won't fail," Skaric
snapped. They couldn't. He rolled over, turning his back on Vali. "Get
some sleep."
He held his breath for several heartbeats
until Vali's grumbling and shuffling subsided. He tugged his blanket around his
shoulders, but still shivered. He would be glad when the assault was over, no
matter what the outcome.
*~*~*~*~*
About the Author
Clare
Davidson is a character driven fantasy writer, teacher and mother, from the UK.
Clare was born in Northampton and lived in Malaysia for four and a half years
as a child, before returning to the UK to settle in Leeds with her family.
Whilst attending Lancaster University, Clare met her future husband and never
left. They now share their lives with their young daughter and a cranky grey
cat, called Ash. Clare juggles family life with writing, teaching and a variety
of fibre craft hobbies.
You can stalk Clare on all her links
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