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The Mirror of the Moon by Travis Simmons
With the death of one of the companions, Grace must answer for the secrets she’s kept. The path before them is ever lengthening in their quest for Amber. There are changes they all must face, and when Joya enters her trials of sorcery, danger lurks around every corner. The power within Angelica and Jovian is strengthening and with it comes confusion. What are they? It is painfully obvious nothing like them has ever existed before. Why is it at times they seem more one person than two separate people? With all the mystery surrounding their latent power, Angelica stumbles upon a passage in a book of sorcery indicating she is evil. Could she be the Mask prophecy speaks of? Is she destined to turn against her own flesh? To make matters worse, the Well of Wyrding (a giant well that controls all sorcery) has been breached and wyrd itself is spiraling into chaos.
I have always been a do-it-yourselfer. I haven’t had any formal education on writing, and I haven’t been raised around writer types. For that matter, I wasn’t even encouraged to read when I was a kid, even though plenty of people in my family read. When I was a teenager, I discovered Cliff’s Notes on Mythology, and it sparked something in me. It was like a floodgate had been opened, and all of these stories started rushing in. I would get ideas at random times, and I would jot them down. I have a pretty big file system of everything I have ever written. Someday I will get to them and put them all into electronic files. There is some good material in there, but there are a lot of bad stories too.
I started writing when I was thirteen or fourteen. At an early age I was already writing books of Saracin (the world The Bonds of Blood takes place in). The first book I wrote of that place was “The Calling of the Two” (not yet released). While I was writing that, I kept thinking of these characters Jovian and Angelica. I knew they had a part to play in the storyline, but they weren’t going to be in the same series. For that matter, they weren’t even going to be in the same age. As I finished the first draft of “The Calling of the Two” I went on to write the first book of Angelica and Jovian’s story. At that time it was The Mirror of the Moon. Later an editor told me it was so massive that I should make the one volume into two, and so The Bonds of Blood was born, and The Revenant Wyrd Saga went from a planned three to six.
That story has taken many forms until now, and I am sure if I didn’t declare that it was “done” it could continue to transform.
The sound of children laughing in the street outside gusted through the patio doors, ruffling the gossamer curtains and bringing the soapy smell of flowers to her. The knock sounded again, and she pushed herself off the sofa and went to answer the door.
The Tall Stranger, looked worse than Angelica had remembered him looking upon their first meeting. With a gasp she took an involuntary step back into the room, which gained him entrance.
“Don’t worry,” he said. Listening to his voice gave her the same feeling that coming in contact with his wyrd for the first time did; she felt as though insects crawled over her. “I can’t use my wyrd against you for someone has stolen it from me.”
JOVE! she screamed down her link to her brother, but he must have been too far away from her because there was no response.
The first punch caught her by surprise and sent fire through her jaw. She stumbled back and almost fell into the divan. Quickly she regained her footing and took a defensive stance, which only made the Tall Stranger laugh at her.
“Don’t think this will be easy for you,” he told her matter-of-factly. “I am a skilled fighter.”
“So am I,” Angelica said and took a swing at him. The Tall Stranger easily ducked away from, kneeing her in the stomach as he sidestepped, effectively pushing her off balance and knocking the wind out of her.
An elbow to the back of the head sent her mind swimming, and her body crashing to the floor.
“I told you this would not be easy,” he chided. He straddled Angelica and, gripping her hair in his fist, pounded her head off the wooden floor twice. Blood flooded her mouth and drizzled out her nose even as darkness formed in splotches at the edge of her vision. A strange thought came to her then that told her she was losing consciousness.
The Tall Stranger lifted her from the floor and threw her face-first into the wall. Angelica stumbled, arms reeling as she tried to gain her footing again, but it was in vain. The darkness at the edge of her vision became more than splotches, and soon it was not only invading her vision, but her muscles as well. She stumbled into a table near the door. The knick knacks and unlit oil lamp smashed on the wooden floor and oil soaked into the Balageshian run.
Blackness chased her into oblivion.
Moments later strong yet pliant arms lifted her and sat her on something soft, yielding, and when she forced her eyes open it was to look into the warm encouraging face of Rama.
The attendant cupped her hands before her face and Angelica could feel the gathering of wyrd. She had never thought sorcerers were as prominent as they were here in Fairview, but she was wrong.
The space before Rama’s face glowed with power, lighting her face in golden relief. Angelica had never seen a message orb wyrded before.
“Dalah, emergency, Joya has been taken, Angelica beaten, the room penetrated … somehow.” In haste Rama stood the folds of her red gown rustling as she threw her hand out toward the patio, the golden ball of light quickly tracing its way to the intended recipient.
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