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Freya’s Novels

25 April, 2018

It’s nearly the summer holidays! Have you stocked up yet on your summer reading? If you haven’t, here are some suggestions …
If you enjoy romance and dark magic mixed with intrigue in a fantastical setting, can I suggest my Isu Magan series? Both books are available as ebooks and paperbacks. Vintrig’s Kingdom ($3) begins the tale of Isu Magan, a lonely princess who is the only heir to the kingdom’s founder. Her life is bound by taboo and she is content not to marry until she meets the travelling musician, Sama Conn, and falls in love with him.
The sequel, Vintrig’s Throne ($3) concludes the tale, but not before Isu’s hopes have been raised and then cruelly dashed. Although she is crowned queen, Isu finds herself on trial for her life and only one thing can save her; The Law of Substitution!
But if you prefer humourous novels, then perhaps Dragonscale Leggings might be more suitable for you. But, I have to warn you, it is a dangerous book to read. Why? Because if you don’t have a sense of humour, hate strong female leads and don’t like fantasy worlds, you’ll be wasting your time reading it!

This is chick-lit in a fantasy world. Think Alice in Wonderland meets Bridget Jones’ Diary. Come and adventure with Dracomagan and her trusty stallion, Tygar, as they travel through the Otherworld, trying to find her memory, evade Merlin and keep on the right side of the law.
At present, Dragonscale Leggings ($3) is only available as an ebook – the paperback should be out by Christmas 2018! Happy Reading!
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© Freya Pickard 2018

Another extract from Vintrig’s Throne …

20 February, 2018
Isu Magan, Queen of Vintrig’s Kingdom is in love with Sama Conn; but she is forbidden to marry. After the crowning ceremony and celebrations, Isu and Sama steal some time alone in the Library but are rudely interupted by Sergeant Aurik …
Aurik attacked, trying to chop the torch in two. But the wood had been treated and his arms jarred as he smote the wooden length. Sama counterattacked and Aurik had to duck and spin aside to avoid the flaming head. Against her will, Isu was impressed at how agile Aurik was. Sama waded in, not waiting for the sergeant to recover, and forced him back towards the opposite doorway. Both men were breathing heavily and sweat glistened red in the ruddy light.

Then it seemed that Sama changed tactic and step by step retreated towards Isu. Her heart laboured in her chest. Was he injured? Aurik smiled slowly as Sama retreated, wielding his torch in imitation of a sword. The sergeant winked and leered over Sama’s shoulder at Isu. She felt her cheeks redden and looked around for something to defend herself with.
Abruptly Sama came to a halt, a good way from the wall.
“Tired out, singer?” Aurik sneered.
Blade and torch wove through the air with neither man giving ground. A movement in the doorway across the room caught her eye. Remembering what Aurik had said about Jya and his servants, she screamed.
The sound of her cry caught Aurik off guard and he span round as Sama fell to the floor and rolled over. Out of the darkness, a silver blade gleamed and sped towards the sergeant. Isu couldn’t see who was standing in the doorway and opened her mouth for another scream. The scream came, but not from Isu. The silver blade embedded itself in Aurik’s sword arm …
The above is a short extract from my newest novel, Vintrig’s Throne, available at Amazon UK, Amazon US, Kobo, Barnes&Noble and iTunes. Find out what’s gone before and what happens next by purchasing the book today! Not convinced yet? Take a look at my short teaser film about it at YouTube
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© Freya Pickard 2018

An extract from Vintrig’s Throne

21 November, 2017
Isu Magan, Queen of Vintrig’s Kingdom has been found guilty of a crime she has not committed. Her Counsellor pronounces the death sentence upon her and she is dragged to the block …
The floor suddenly impacted with her knees and she was jolted back into her body, feeling the pain in her legs and ankles. Dach tied her wrists behind her with a length of rope. The sound of metal on metal dispersed the ringing in her ears and brought her attention back to the headsman’s block. Hunter stood to her right, head covered in a black hood, his empty eyes glittering as he looked down on her. The long-handled axe of execution leant against his legs. It had been made in the image of the axe lost at Queen Ruath’s beheading, she recalled unemotionally. She wondered if this axe would remain embedded in the block once it had struck off her head. Dach placed a length of soft, black cloth around her eyes and as he tied the knot at the back of her head, terror consumed her.

She was going to die. But she couldn’t die. She was immortal and immortals could not die. Was she really immortal? The Truths she had experienced earlier in the day seemed far away and ethereal. Doubts flocked within her. Once she was dead, what happened then? Was it sleep and darkness? Or was it torment and agony as was hinted at in her worst nightmares? Her body began to shake uncontrollably and she felt tears coursing down her face. Dach’s rough hand forced her to bow over the stone, forced her forehead to rest upon the cold surface. How could it be so cold, she asked herself, when it was close to the fires? It was at that moment that she knew for certain she was not immortal. She feared death and she feared dying. If she had been immortal she would have laughed in Jya’s face. But Jya had lied about her immortality, just as he had lied about many other things.
She heard Hunter spitting on his hands before he took hold of the axe shaft for the killing blow. Images flashed into her mind: her nurse laughing and telling her tales of the old days, Helmgar cutting down an Eastern trader who had dared to touch her hand, Minah humming softly while she sewed, Blodig swearing eternal love for her beneath a star-filled sky, and Sama laughing and smiling, his blue eyes showing his love for her.
Hunter’s leather garments creaked as he picked up the axe. Isu heard the whoosh of air as he raised the instrument of execution above his head. She tensed herself, fearing pain from the blade as it cut through skin and bone. All she could think of was darkness and death; what was it like on the other side? The uncontrollable trembling ceased, replaced by a dull nausea. Hunter inhaled. Isu swallowed hard.
“Stay!” A voice called that made her heart pound painfully. “I invoke the Law of Substitution.”
The above is a short extract from my newest novel, Vintrig’s Throne, available at Amazon UK, Amazon US, Kobo, Barnes&Noble and iTunes. Find out what’s gone before and what happens next by purchasing the book today! Not convinced yet? Take a look at my short teaser film about it at YouTube
Currently available as an e-book, the paperback will be released in 2018.
Please share and re-blog this post!
© Freya Pickard 2017

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