Book Extract: Raven Fire by Emma Miles

Today, I’m excited to be part of the blog tour for Raven Fire by Emma Miles and share an extract of this fantasy novel with you. This is the 4th book and final instalment in the Fire Walker series.

Book Cover Raven Fire by Emma Miles

Title: Raven Fire

Author: Emma Miles

Release date: 1st May 2021 Kindle edition and paperback 11th May

Genre: Fantasy

Purchase Links

US – https://www.amazon.com/Raven-Fire-Fire-Walker-Book-4-ebook/dp/B091TYD38X/

UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Raven-Fire-Fire-Walker-Book-4-ebook/dp/B091TYD38X/

Blurb

Is prophecy real; can Arridia and Joss defeat a god?

Evil never sleeps, and neither can the fire spirits who have guarded Kesta and her family so faithfully for more than fourteen years. United in a desire for peace, the four lands beneath the sky have enjoyed relative stability, but under the surface stirs unrest. Greed, ambition, disquiet, rebellion; and the ever-present threat of Geladan’s crazed god discovering she has been fooled.

Quiet Arridia is a Raven Scout, dedicated to the principles and hopes of her parents. When an opportunity presents itself to come home, she grasps it, longing to settle and find the love she has patiently waited for.

 Fun-loving Joss is drawn to the court of Elden with all its colour, noise, and intrigue; but has he taken on more than a young man can survive?

Raven Fire is the final part of the breath-taking Fire-Walker saga.

If you could, would you dare to change the world?

Book Extract: Raven Fire by Emma Miles

This extract is taken from chapter four, where we follow young Joss – son of Fire-Walker’s protagonist, Kesta – as he navigates the dangerous court of the King of Elden. With him is his faithful adopted brother and bodyguard, Alikan.

Joss swallowed back his ale and smoothed down the front of his dark-blue jacket. His training kicked in as he surveyed the room before stepping further in. King Bractius sat at the high table, laughing loudly with the Jarl of Southport. Bractius was drinking from a large, ornate tankard carved from the bone of an enormous animal and traced in gold. Joss startled, his eyes narrowing. Had the king forgotten it had been a long-ago gift from the murderous delegation from Geladan? Bractius’s astute brown eyes travelled around the hall even as he joked with his subordinate. He’d allowed his sandy beard to grow long, plaited and held by silver beads. Queen Ayline was standing apart, Eleanor at her side. The young princess was wearing an elegant gown that hugged her slender figure, and Joss raised an eyebrow.

Alikan nudged his arm hard, and Joss only just avoided splashing ale over his expensive clothes.

‘Hey!’

‘Keep your eyes in your head.’ Alikan scowled.

Joss grinned. The king’s hall was an array of very tempting young woman, but Elden wasn’t the Fulmers, as his parents were fond of reminding him. There was a sudden buzz in the conversation, and many turned toward the main doors. A man strode in with a retinue of Borrowmen warriors on his heels. Bard of the Borrows and captain of the Undine, Temerran’s striking red hair seemed untouched by grey despite the years he’d accumulated. His green eyes sparkled with mischief as he bowed to both men and women on his way to present himself to the king. Temerran’s first mate, Nolv, was a more sombre figure, in practical loose clothing of salt-splashed grey.

‘Your majesties.’ Temerran gave a low and flamboyant bow. The man never forgot to include the queen, and despite her dislike of the Borrowman, Ayline flushed and smiled.

‘Temerran.’ The king gave the Bard the courtesy of standing but didn’t move to greet him. ‘How good of you to come.’

‘It honoured me to be invited,’ Temerran replied.

Movement caught Joss’s eye, and he turned to see his parents slipping in quietly through a side door. As ever, his father wore perfectly tailored black, but his mother had chosen a bright red, and unlike the women of Elden she allowed her long dark hair to fall loosely around her shoulders. Despite their discreet entrance, they stood out like hawks in a flock of doves.

Doroquael gave a sudden squeal and flew out of the torch in which he’d been hiding. Joss’s hand twitched, readying to draw power, before he realised the fire-spirit was excited, not alarmed. Alikan took a step forward, putting himself between Joss and the room.

‘It’s okay, Ali.’ Joss’s heart beat just a little faster as he squeezed through the crowd, hurrying toward the main doors through which Doroquael had vanished.

One of the king’s stewards loudly announced, ‘The Icante of the Fulmers.’

The Icante stepped in, wearing a pale cream dress with a sky-blue cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Unlike her daughter, the ruler of the Fulmer Islands had her steel-grey hair coiled artfully about her head. The warrior Gilfy flanked her, along with the Fire-Walker, Eidwyn. Her new apprentice, Vivess, and the formidable scout, Heara, followed behind. Despite being in her sixties, Heara moved with energy, her bare arms still tight with muscle. As far as he could see, Heara was the only one who’d dared bring weapons into the king’s hall; her two long knives tucked into her belt.

Joss appraised his grandmother’s new apprentice before moving forward again to meet them. Vivess had lighter hair than most of those in the Fulmers, a dark chestnut, almost red where it caught the light. She was about Joss’s age and had one grey eye, one green.

‘Grandma.’

‘Joss.’ Dia’s serious expression melted into a joyful smile and she halted to hug him. ‘Are you well?’

‘I am.’ Joss waved a hand at Doroquael. ‘Calm down!’

The fire-spirit ceased his noisy buzzing and made himself small, coming back to Joss’s shoulder.

‘Did Grandpa not come?’

Dia’s smile faded, and anxiety squeezed Joss’s heart. ‘Your grandfather was a little unwell. Joss, I’ll catch up with you as soon as I can, but it would be rude of me not to go straight to the king.’

‘Oh, of course.’ Joss’s face warmed, and he glanced around, realising many eyes were directed his way. ‘I’ll find you in a moment.’

Dia Icante smiled, then turned to continue to the high table. Heara gave Joss a huge grin and a thump on the arm as she passed. Alikan ducked in time to miss the scout’s hand as she tried to clip him around the head.

Despite his laughter, Joss felt uneasy. His grandmother had seemed worried.

Author Biography

Author Emma Miles

I often get asked when I knew I was a writer; the answer is always. A writer is what I am, it’s in my soul. There have been times in my life when I couldn’t write, and times when my writing has been the only thing that kept me going. I think I always longed for something deeper from life, something more meaningful, and I found it in my imagination and in the music of words.
It was poetry which first caught my attention, and whilst my younger cousins called for ghost stories it was animals I first wrote of. I think I gravitated toward fantasy because of the freedom it gives, I could create my own worlds and decide my own rules. My Wind’s Children trilogy was born from an image that came to me whilst daydreaming, of a young man sitting alone below a bridge. I didn’t know who he was; it turns out neither did he, but we found out together.
I’m now working on my eleventh book and love writing more than ever, it’s an addiction, an obsession, but one I now share with my wonderful writing family. My beta readers, my editor, and you, my readers, having you with me on my journey means the world to me.
I write as much as I can around work, but I also try to squeeze in a ridiculous amount of hobbies! I’m a wildlife photographer and do a little archery. I paint, sculpt with clay, withies and driftwood, preferring to be outdoors if I can. I still have a love for the theatre, having started out in life studying backstage crafts, and a great love for language. I speak a little French, Romanian and Italian, ma non molto bene!

Thanks for reading this. If you read any of my books and love them, please come say hello and tell me, you’d be surprised at how much that means to an author.
Take care of yourself.
Em x

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Other blogs on the tour.

If you would like to find out more about these books and author, why not visit other blogs on this tour especially Mai Musings who has reviews for all the books in the series.

Thank you Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to this tour. This series is firmly on my TBR pile and will review once I have caught up.

Happy reading!

Love

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Book Extract: The Devil’s Bride by Emma S. Jackson

Halloween is getting closer and it is an ideal time to catch up with spooky reads. I am pleased to share a book extract with you to celebrate a novel I enjoyed earlier this year, The Devil’s Bride by Emma S. Jackson. My review can be found here

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The Devil’s Bride by Emma Jackson

Title: The Devil’s Bride

Author: Emma S. Jackson

Publisher: Darkstroke

Genre: Gothic, paranormal romance

Release date: 6th February 2020

Amazon link: http://bit.ly/TheDevilsBride

Book Extract for The Devil’s Bride

This extract from The Devil’s Bride comes a couple of chapters in when Jamie and the gang of highwaymen she works with have infiltrated the supposedly cursed Edburton Manor and found Matthew living there.

Now he’s their captive and this is the first conversation the two main characters have with each other. I loved writing this moment and exploring the beginning of the game of cat and mouse they would play. Although Matthew is tied up on a chair – having recently been knocked unconscious – he’s not entirely at her mercy…

Freezing cold water spilled down his head and face, throwing pain and tension through him so he coughed and spluttered and opened his eyes.

She bent down to peer into his face, her lips twisting in a wry smile that didn’t touch her eyes.

‘Yeah, I thought you were faking.’ Her voice was cool with amusement.

He blinked, water running along his eyebrows and dripping from his eyelashes. Her eyes were grey shadows in the candlelight, but her aura… He was overwhelmed by it all over again. The colours of her emotions ran at the centre of it, but all around the edge was that bleed of gauzy silver.

‘That makes two of us,’ he rasped.

She straightened up and took a step back from him, her head tilting ever so slightly. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Do they know you’re a woman?’

She showed no reaction save for a raised eyebrow. ‘I must’ve hit you harder than I thought.’

He shook his head gingerly, needling the ache behind his ear and gave a half-smile. ‘I think you hit me precisely as hard as you meant to.’

Her tongue touched the corner of her mouth as she considered him. He saw a kaleidoscope of curiosity, caution, and a flicker of desire, pulse through her.

No, it might not be that. He’d been wrong about that before. It wasn’t as though anyone had ever taught him what the colours meant; he’d had to work it out all by himself. Sometimes he couldn’t even be sure he was seeing different colours – it was more of an impression – and who was to say half of that wasn’t in his head? Feelings could flash in and out of a person, and regardless of whether he was reading them right; it didn’t always mean people would act accordingly. He’d learnt that in brutal fashion when his half-brother had introduced his fiancée two years ago.

‘Does it hurt?’ she asked idly, and it was only the glimpse of guilt slipping through her aura that recalled his wandering mind.

His heart began to beat harder at the intensity of his situation. He hadn’t been around anyone for so long, and he’d almost forgotten the onslaught – the way his brain constantly had to process the complexities of people’s internal secrets. How was he supposed the gain the upper hand and escape while he was struggling just to think straight?

And that was the goal now. Just escape. Forget protecting the homestead and its valuables. If he managed to get away with his life, he would be lucky enough.

He took a shaky breath, trying to pull himself back together.

‘Not as much as if you’d used the pointy end.’

She laughed at that; a genuine moment of amusement that made him see past the swirling colours to her. It didn’t soften her, but it lifted her. It didn’t make her look younger but it gave him a glimpse of her youth; the idea that once she had laughed regularly and that had been taken from her. Somehow that seemed worse than his own experience of childhood.

Author Biography

Emma Jackson

Author of the Best Selling A MISTLETOE MIRACLE and contender for the Joan Hessayon Award 2020, Emma has been a devoted bookworm and secret-story-scribbler since she was 6 years old. When she’s not running around after her two daughters and trying to complete her current work-in-progress, Emma loves to read, bake, catch up on binge-watching TV programmes with her partner and plan lots of craft projects that will inevitably end up unfinished. Her latest romantic comedy, SUMMER IN THE CITY, was released in June, with a festive romance, ONE KISS BEFORE CHRISTMAS, due for release on 2nd November 2020.

Emma also writes historical and fantasy fiction as Emma S Jackson. THE DEVIL’S BRIDE was published by DarkStroke in February 2020.

You can find out news about Emma via her website, by signing up to her newsletter at http://www.esjackson.co.uk or on:
Twitter @ESJackson1
Facebook @EmmaJacksonAuthor
Instagram @emma_s_jackson

Happy reading and stay safe!

Love