Greetings all, it's the first Wednesday in February and that means it's time for IWSG, created by the thoughtful Alex J. Cavanaugh who is practicing his ninja skills even as you read this. But instead of flashing swords, he brandishes a guitar. If you'd like to read more IWSG post go here.My name is Nancy and I publish under my initials, N. R. Williams. I'm too old but, I won't tell you just how old I am. Sorry.
I'm about 3 quarters of the way done with the sequel to my epic fantasy, The Treasures of Carmelidrium. Which is available as an e-book on Amazon. See the side bar. I could use some more reviews.
I bet I can guess what you're going to say. "I don't read fantasy." No problem, my book is easy to read for anyone. There's mystery and suspense, music, a villain and romance. Oh yeah baby. It has it all.
The sequel is long over do but I have a good excuse. I almost died. My recovery has taken some time. But now I'm whipping through the chapters at about five a week. Of course, once it's done I have to edit, rewrite, edit and then send it off to my editor.
The title is, The Rise of Lord Sinon and I hope to release it this fall.
That's my news, same as last time. What's up with you?
Nancy
Here's a tease.
Warning: Includes a spoiler to the ending of the first book.
Lord Sinon
Awiergan stood in the center of the Library at Château de Talaith. Coal from
hell burned his stomach. High King Healden sat at an intricately carved desk in
the middle of the room and had yet to look up from the study of a stack of
papers. A grandfather clock on Sinon’s right ticked away at his nerves.
The
oval room had a spectacular view of the west gardens and the stable. The late
summer sun shone through multiple windows and splashed against the rich deep
blue carpet. A circular wrought iron staircase connected the main floor to the
upper interior balcony which supported grand bookcases. The rosewood dome
ceiling finished the magnificent room.
It
was rumored that the windows had been imported from L'Amérique, the queen’s
home world. Another time Sinon might have enjoyed the vast display of the
grounds and gardens of the château, but at this moment his nerves cut him like
razors.
