Anaerfell by Joshua Robertson and J.C. Boyd
Drast,
cunning but reckless, is on the hunt for admiration. Tyran, calculating but
tactless, is in search of affection. Bound by a friendship thicker than blood,
the two brothers have been hardened by their father’s ambitions. Drast and
Tyran are forced to set aside their own hopes and dreams during their struggle
to fulfill their father’s desire for immortality. Now, the two will face
skin-switchers and dragons, ultimately leading to a final clash with Wolos, God
of the Dead.
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Excerpt from Anaerfell
Erzebeth
convulsed. Her fur and skin shedding away while she wheeled about on the ground
in agony. The bones readjusted and organs reset from beast to human. Where a
beast had stood was now the naked figure of Erzebeth. Cuts and scratches patterned
her body, but none were fatal.
Tyran
had no place for modesty. The Vucari woman, within the privacy of the ice dome,
struggled to her feet. Again, her dark eyes met his own, filled with
compassion.
“You
need to be put down, young Red.” Her voice was calm as her feet crossed in
front of one another, closing the distance between them. “Your power is greater
than any I have seen before, even from the Anshedar.”
“What?”
Tyran said, forehead wrinkled with confusion. He had never heard of the race
before, whether beast or otherwise.
“You
are like a rabid dog, young Red. You are the perfect companion, loyal, and
possibly even loving somewhere deep inside,” Erzebeth bit her lip. Her breasts,
barely covered by her dark hair, touched the front of his chest. She halted her
feet. “But, you are tainted by a disease that is stronger than the goodness in
you. You cannot be left to live in this world, or you will corrupt every living
thing around you.”
Tyran
tilted his chin, lips parting. His free hand touched her pale skin, as whitish
as the ice fortress that veiled this moment.
“You
would taint me, young Red.” She stepped up on her tiptoes. “As with the rabid
dog, you need to be put down.”
He
grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her to him. He kissed her with
more force than he had ever kissed any woman.
This
woman was not Isolde. This woman was battle hardened, and a warrior. She was
not plain.
She
grabbed his shoulders and returned the embrace, her tongue touching his lips.
Her body was far warmer than his own, as if it were heated by the darkness.
He
did not know what he was doing in this moment. It may have likely been the
first time that his mind was clear from thought, acting without thinking.
Though, in time, he may consider that when his death was nigh, he found that
this was something he wanted to do before death found him.
The
crashing against the ice pulled him from the moment. Tyran pulled back, moving
the Vucari’s hair from her cheek. “You won’t kill me, Erzebeth.”
“No,”
she breathed. Her hands fell to his chest. “But, it still needs to be done.”
Author Bios
Joshua Robertson was born in Kingman, Kansas on May 23, 1984. A graduate of Norwich High School, Robertson attended Wichita State University where he received his Masters in Social Work with minors in Psychology and Sociology. His bestselling novel, Melkorka, the first in The Kaelandur Series, was released in 2015. Known most for his Thrice Nine Legends Saga, Robertson enjoys an ever-expanding and extremely loyal following of readers. He counts R.A. Salvatore and J.R.R. Tolkien among his literary influences.
www.robertsonwrites.com/
@robertsonwrites
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J.C. lives in the Midwest with his wife and two
dogs. He recently earned his MA in English Literature and is working on his
debut novel for his own fantasy world. Despite growing up with Dungeons &
Dragons, Lord of the Rings, and a collection of both Dragonlance and Forgotten
Realms novels, J.C. has an abiding love of classics and spends his free time
reading anything he can get his hands on.
@jcboyd_author
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