Rhianwyn may now be the only hope for her people. #fantasy
Cover links to Amazon.com | Wildcat The Caledon Saga Author: J.P. Harker Genre/Keyword(s): Fantasy, Coming of Age, Strong Female Character, Sword & Sorcery, Iron Age Fantasy |
Rhianwyn of the Caderyn is conflicted about giving up a warrior’s life to become a wife and mother, but her love for her new husband is enough to make her consider it. After falling pregnant Rhia accepts that the coming battle against the Gaians may be the last one she fights, but these Gaians are no ordinary enemy.
Commanded by the ambitious General Lepidus, they set in motion a chain of events that could destroy all that she holds dear. With conquering armies, rival tribes, old suitors, and a changing world to contend with, Rhia soon finds her new family in unprecedented danger, and her own life hanging dangerously in the balance.
Commanded by the ambitious General Lepidus, they set in motion a chain of events that could destroy all that she holds dear. With conquering armies, rival tribes, old suitors, and a changing world to contend with, Rhia soon finds her new family in unprecedented danger, and her own life hanging dangerously in the balance.
Rhianwyn daughter of Carradan screamed as she raised the axe and sprinted towards the Gorvic, whose eyes widened as she charged him. The thrill of battle was pulsing through her like blazing fire and she grinned fiercely as she saw how that fire was absent in her enemy.
The boy was pale beneath his woad and he shrank away as her axe swung for his head. The resulting miss caused Rhia to stumble and a bolder fighter might have taken advantage of it, but the Gorvic simply backed away further, apparently forgetting the iron sword held in his hand.
The Caderyn warrior regained her balance and swung back at the sheepish man, who raised his sword in a clumsy block which barely kept the axe-blade from his neck. Rhia thrust her long knife at his stomach. It was shorter than the Gorvic’s sword but that was still holding off her axe from his face, and she came within a hairsbreadth of gutting him before he twisted away.
The two broke apart and Rhia watched the man eagerly, her eyes as wide with excitement as his were wide with fear. He was licking his lips nervously, his grip on the sword clearly tenuous, and the daughter of Carradan licked her own lips with glee as she sprang forwards at her enemy. She swung the axe in three quick blows at his head, forcing him to cower behind his sword. Rhia kept on striking, screaming out in what was either rage or passion, though she had no idea which one, and each time it seemed the axe came a fraction closer to splitting his skull.
The boy was pale beneath his woad and he shrank away as her axe swung for his head. The resulting miss caused Rhia to stumble and a bolder fighter might have taken advantage of it, but the Gorvic simply backed away further, apparently forgetting the iron sword held in his hand.
The Caderyn warrior regained her balance and swung back at the sheepish man, who raised his sword in a clumsy block which barely kept the axe-blade from his neck. Rhia thrust her long knife at his stomach. It was shorter than the Gorvic’s sword but that was still holding off her axe from his face, and she came within a hairsbreadth of gutting him before he twisted away.
The two broke apart and Rhia watched the man eagerly, her eyes as wide with excitement as his were wide with fear. He was licking his lips nervously, his grip on the sword clearly tenuous, and the daughter of Carradan licked her own lips with glee as she sprang forwards at her enemy. She swung the axe in three quick blows at his head, forcing him to cower behind his sword. Rhia kept on striking, screaming out in what was either rage or passion, though she had no idea which one, and each time it seemed the axe came a fraction closer to splitting his skull.
