Okay, here's the deal. When did people become "that" instead of "who?" I hear this on the radio on the TV ( and shouldn't news reporters know better )? and unless my memory is wrong, have even read it in places. Why? How hard is it to remember that people require a "who"? And here's another--myself instead of me. My boss did this all this time and it drove me crazy. Are we so afraid to be in the spotlight that we have to say, "So-and-so and myself did such-and-so?"
Ferryman and The Flame #0.5
Expected release date- October 13
In the First Era, before Kaliel and Krishani fell in love, Tor runs. He escapes the Land of Kings and the tyrannical Valtanyana. In the depths of Tempia he forges weapons-- The Flames-- strong enough to oppose the Kings he betrayed.
Aria, The Amethyst Flame, cannot touch the living or the dead and her kin are silent ghosts. Hidden in a cairn deep in the haunted forest, Aria becomes obsessed with the Ferryman, the only boy who can feel her touch.
Before Aria knows it, The Flames, The Ferryman and Tor are swept up in the first war against the Valtanyana.
Excerpt
Moments passed in silence as Skeld purveyed the land, seeming to memorize every last detail. He turned to Aria as he continued floating down the path towards the field with the flower shaped lake. When they reached the crest of the basin he glanced at her. “What do you know about Tor?”
Aria shrugged. She had been thinking of asking him the same thing. Tor was a mystery cloaked in armor and gifted with a sheen sense of peculiarity. She couldn’t explain him. “I don’t know anything,” she said softly. She descended the hill, keeping in line with the uppermost part of the basin, as they crossed to the haunted forest. “I suppose he’s worried.”
“About the hunters?”
“Is that what you call them?”
“They are hunting him are they not?”
The corner of her lips quirked up as she ducked under the first branch in the forest. She went to reach for Skeld to tell him to avoid getting tangled in the branches but her hand moved through his and she pulled away, gasping as he shuddered.
“You are an unnatural thing,” Skeld exclaimed, but his tone was gentle, bewildered. Aria felt a pit in her stomach. She twisted her toe in the ground and twirled one a stand of long white hair in her fingers.
“Tor said I was a Flame. Do you know what that is?”
Skeld shook his head profusely. “No child, I’ve never heard of them. On Tempia we are peaceful, we tend our crops, we feed our children. We don’t look for trouble. You…you are trouble.”
Aria looked at the ground, littered with ferns and flowers the colors of the rainbow. “I didn’t mean…”
Skeld straightened himself out and pulled his tunic taut over his chest. “Nonsense, bring me to the shores, we will not speak.”
Aria shrugged. She had been thinking of asking him the same thing. Tor was a mystery cloaked in armor and gifted with a sheen sense of peculiarity. She couldn’t explain him. “I don’t know anything,” she said softly. She descended the hill, keeping in line with the uppermost part of the basin, as they crossed to the haunted forest. “I suppose he’s worried.”
“About the hunters?”
“Is that what you call them?”
“They are hunting him are they not?”
The corner of her lips quirked up as she ducked under the first branch in the forest. She went to reach for Skeld to tell him to avoid getting tangled in the branches but her hand moved through his and she pulled away, gasping as he shuddered.
“You are an unnatural thing,” Skeld exclaimed, but his tone was gentle, bewildered. Aria felt a pit in her stomach. She twisted her toe in the ground and twirled one a stand of long white hair in her fingers.
“Tor said I was a Flame. Do you know what that is?”
Skeld shook his head profusely. “No child, I’ve never heard of them. On Tempia we are peaceful, we tend our crops, we feed our children. We don’t look for trouble. You…you are trouble.”
Aria looked at the ground, littered with ferns and flowers the colors of the rainbow. “I didn’t mean…”
Skeld straightened himself out and pulled his tunic taut over his chest. “Nonsense, bring me to the shores, we will not speak.”
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Review
Skeleton and Dust is a short story, an introduction into the world of The Ferryman and the Flame, a high fantasy novel or rather series that essentially is a love story, at least what I can tell so far. Tor is the creator of the Flames, created in the insides of a volcano from grains of sand that he ingests. The Flames are a part of him, but they are weapons. When Aria appears in human form, yet is ethereal, he knows he must hide her away as the people he lives among will find her strange and will not accept her. But Aria is lonely. Tor comes very infrequently and she has no one to talk to, until the Ferryman comes. And when she touches him, he is more than a skeleton. He is a beautiful boy and he is real and she is solid to him. And this is where the love story begins. Aria does not want to fight. Tor never asks what any of the Flames wants, he assumes they all want to stand and fight with him. But Aria wants love. She wants her Ferryman. The story is in a very foreign world completely alien to us so it's nice to have this introductory story as a stepping stone into this world. Next month I'll be reviewing a complete story in the series.
About the author-
Rhiannon is an up and coming Indie Author that writes Young Adult Fantasy books and some non fiction. She has a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology. When she’s not writing books she’s reading minds, singing karaoke, burning dinner and sipping iced cappuccino despite her allergy to coffee. Some day she’d like to own a unicorn—as long as it doesn’t eat her. She's sold over 25,000 copies of her books worldwide.
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Great for lovers of YA fantasy, supernatural romance stories. Very clean story.
I received a copy of this novel for the blog tour. My review was not influenced by this. The opinions expressed are my own.
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