Changelings: The Rise of Kings is now live for pre-orders in the Amazon Kindle Store! Between now and July 13, you can pre-order the kindle edition for $1.99! A print edition will be available on July 13 as well.
Irish teens Maureen OâMalley and Sean McAndrew were lost in time. They fought alongside a pirate queen and raised the flag of a new nation. They defied the will of the Faerie king and set in motion a revolution that not only claimed the life of their friend and mentor, but barredÂ them, the last of the Changelings, from Faerie, forever.
Or so they thought.
Facing expulsion for their misadventures, Maureen and Sean are sent to live with Seanâs aunt, deep in the Scottish Highlands. There, Faerie whispers reach out to snatch them once more â and this time, returning home is no longer an option. This time, to thwart the king, they must become myth themselves, and fight a war none may win without dying.
And, to tide you over, you can download Hunted, from the World of the Changelings, at Smashwords for free AND check out how it all started with Changelings: Into the Mist, which is free on Amazon for the next five days.
But wait! Thereâs more (it *is* my birthday after all â treats for everyone!)! As an extra special bonus to everyone for sticking with me as publication of The Rise of Kings was delayed, below is a special âepilogueâ of sorts to bridge the gap between Into the Mist and The Rise of Kings. I hope you enjoy!
Niamh stood at the head of a silent host whose bodies melted and blended with the mist as they passed through Mag Mell.
The fallen warrior lay sprawled where he took his last stand against the tyrant. Nuada Silver Arm had not even bothered to strip his foe.
Faint wisps of green and white pillowed the manâs head. The vines with their tiny flowers twined about his arms and legs, as if the earth would claim him for itself.
Behind her, awe-struck whispers rose:
âThe Plain . . .â
âSo much green.â
âMag Mell â it lives again.â
Niamh crouched beside the Druid and murmured in his ear. âFallen or sleeping, you give your very soul for your people, DubhshÃ¬th â and yet you claim you are no king.â
No flicker of an eyelid or twist of the lips betrayed his stupor.
âIs he really–?â
âNo, though it is well Nuada believed it so. He travels beyond us, but we can bring him back.â Niamh brushed a stray strand of hair from the warriorâs face. âThe gods are not yet done with my Druid.â
She stood and allowed her followers to gather the fallen warrior.
âWe must make haste. Mag Mell is watched.â
âIs it true, my lady? Do we really go to Tech Duinn? It is said none return from Donnâs domain over the dead.â It was the young healer, Miach, who spoke.
She put a hand on his shoulder. âThere are ways.â She looked out into the mist. âÃine will teach us how.â
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