The Necromancer’s Daughter Book Tour: Day 1

Welcome to Day 1 of The Necromancer’s Daughter’s Book Tour!

Greetings! It’s been a busy 2022 with writing, family health hurdles, travel, and publishing. Paperbacks arrived yesterday, bringing a contented sigh.

Now, it’s time to spread the word, and my goal is to make this tour different from the usual “buy my book” spiel.

I hope that each tour stop offers something fresh and fun. Here’s what you can expect:

~ A lovely community of bloggers. My hosts are bloggers who are always willing to lend a hand, share a laugh, and build a friendship. Enjoy!

~ They’re talented too!  Before I send you off to each tour stop, I’ll share a favorite book from my host’s list along with my review. There’s room in your kindle, right?

~ Something to make you smile.  I’ve been collecting memes and images to leave you with a grin.

~ You’ll find something about The Necromancer’s Daughter: a snippet, a tidbit about a character, some thoughts about the story, or the struggle writing it. Something different each day. (Follow the link below.)

~ And last but not least, if you comment on my host’s site, your name will be entered in an end-of-tour drawing for a $50 Amazon gift certificate. Multiply your chances by leaving a comment on each post of the tour.

Here we go!

First stop: Anneli Purchase’s Blog

Anneli is a writer and an editor, and she runs two active blogs.

Her editor’s blog is Anneli’s Place. Here she shares grammar and punctuation tips among other English language challenges. I’ve followed Anneli for years and learned a lot from her informative posts and examples. I almost have “lie, lay, laid, lain” down pat. I’m pleased to report that she edited The Necromancer’s Daughter, and if you notice any typos, those are the ones I added after she was done.

Her writer’s blog is Words from Anneli, a place to relax and enjoy her beautiful wildlife photos and lighthearted poems (as written by the furry and feathered inhabitants of her yard), as well as to learn about other day-to-day happenings on Canada’s wild Pacific coast.

I’ve read all of her books! She writes romance/thriller mash-ups.  Here’s my review of the first in a two-book series:

The Wind Weeps by Anneli Purchase

My Review: The Wind Weeps starts off as a romance and gradually shifts to a tension-filled walk on the high wire of domestic violence. Andrea is a naïve and insecure single woman who, despite warnings from her friends, rebounds after a very short relationship into the arms of a charming man with a dark side.

The story takes place in the Canadian Pacific Northwest, beautiful and rugged country where commercial fishermen make their living. The author’s familiarity with the area and with the details of the industry lend an incredible amount of authenticity to the narrative. As Andrea’s life becomes geographically isolated, she falls into more and more danger. I was on the edge of my seat.

The plot moves along at a good clip once things get tense. The writing is polished with well-rounded, consistent, and interesting characters. I wanted to shake some sense into Andrea in the beginning but was quickly caught up in her fearful situation and her determination to save herself. The book offers an honest look at domestic violence, including why women are sometimes slow to make a break. The story ends abruptly, but never fear, it continues with a second book: The Reckoning Tide. Recommended to readers who enjoy a mash-up of romance and suspense and plan to read both books.

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If you have a chance, head on over to join The Necromancer’s Daughter tour at Anneli’s blog: Words from Anneli.

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Tunnel #Writephoto

Azalus teetered on the bluff’s edge, warded sword wheeling for balance against the brilliant sky. The mountain beneath his feet offered no reprieve, a sheet of obsidian sleek as spilled oil.

Below him, the massive dragon shot up along the mirrored wall, its neck and talons extended. Slit reptilian eyes reflected the inferno erupting from its throat. The beast blasted through its own blaze, and its maw gaped, scorched shards of the last armsman wedged between rows of serrated teeth. In a heartbeat, chances of escape had dropped from doubtful to dismal.

Gaylen’s whip coiled around the vambrace shielding Azalus’s forearm, and he clasped it as his feet slipped into the heated air. His body slammed against the rock wall, and the dragon altered its flight to pick off the newly dangling prey.

“Dragon,” Azalus shouted to his fellow fugitive and pointed the tip of his sword at the ascending beast. Jade scales glimmered like sunlight on still water, and webbed wings beat with the snap of wind-caught sails. Beautiful and deadly.

Above him Gaylen hauled. “Reavers are closing.”

Suspended on the whip, Azalus kicked against the cliff’s sheer face. Gaylen heaved, and when Azalus reached the lip, he thrust his sword arm across the rock, fighting for leverage. Movement at the forest’s rim caught his eye. “Reavers. Behind you!”

Gaylen staggered. His face morphed into a fusion of disbelief and despair as his flesh yielded to their enemy’s iron bolts. The whip’s stock eased from his hand. Azalus slipped into the air.

The monstrous dragon’s throat yawned, jaw bones split, and fangs hyperextended. Azalus straightened, arms overhead, sword in a two-handed grip. The beast’s gullet stretched open, air drawn in for another explosion of fire. He speared between the teeth, slid over the forked tongue, and descended into darkness. The welling heat and sulfurous reek burned his lungs as he glided down the blackened throat. With a vengeful howl, he thrust the blade forward and carved as he fell. Steel sliced through flesh, thudded against bone, and blood gushed, dousing the rising flame.

Azalus’s careening descent ceased, or the dragon plummeted with him. He braced himself against the blood-slick wall, sword jammed deep between the vertebrae. The creature writhed and spasmed, and Azalus swallowed his gorge as they plunged toward the vale.

He woke with a gasp, disoriented, heart pounding. His body felt trampled, but nothing of his pain foreboded death. He gulped a breath and listened, willed his nerves to stillness. The dragon lay motionless, he lodged in its throat in a pool of congealed blood. Rising to a crouch, he yanked his sword free of the flesh, and with fingers tracing the throat’s charred wall, he staggered down the tunnel toward the light.

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Thanks to Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo for another fun #writephoto prompt. Check out her site and join in the weekly fun.