Monday, August 23, 2010

Warrior's Dawn available today!

Finally the release of my new paranormal series! Warrior's Dawn by Lacey Thorn is out today at Total E Bound Publishing!  http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=892

Here's your look at the opening of the book!  Hope that it is enough to wet your appetite!
Copyright 2010 Lacey Thorn

Prologue


She was in love. In fact she would always love Mikkel, her husband. Not even death had stopped it and soon, very soon, she would be with her love once more.

Queen Ona took another glance at her sleeping twins Aslan and Aurora. It mattered little how they were sired or who raised them. It only mattered that they were hers, a link to the throne that she would never see again after this night. All she could do now was prepare the way for both of her children as best she could.

Aslan would be okay. His birth father would see to that. Her son would one day grow to be King. He had enough of her in him to be a great leader for their people. She bent low peering into his cradle. He was a beautiful boy and she had little doubt he would grow to be a handsome man. She placed her lips to his forehead and just held still for a moment. Then with a sigh she placed her forehead to his and with deep concentration she planted her memory inside her son’s mind.

“When the time is right, my love, you will remember. My knowledge shall be yours.” She glanced into his beautiful baby blue eyes praying that her brother would return soon to guard her son. “May you always feel my love as a warmth that surrounds you. May you see my smile in the stars and know that you are blessed.”

Blinking away the tears that were already forming in her eyes she turned to where his twin sister Aurora lay. Her daughter would not be so protected. Her daughter would be a warrior like her mother and that would be her kiss of death if Ona left her here. The man who sought her death would also see that Aurora never lived to claim her right as defender. The king ruled the kingdom. But it was the queen that ruled the sword, and the sword that truly ruled the people. He wanted to change that, wanted to change the way the king and queen were decided, but it was bound by the blood of the goddess they prayed to and thus unbreakable.

The title of queen was a birthright and would not be bestowed on the woman her son would marry. It would go to her daughter, her blood. She looked at Aurora, named for Ona’s mother and she took a shaky breath as a sob wanted to tear loose. She would never see her grow, never be there for all of a woman’s firsts that her daughter would experience. But she would see that Aurora lived to have all of those firsts. With her last breath she would ensure that Aurora lived.

She looked deep into her daughter’s blue gaze and smiled. “You’ll begin the salvation of us all. Your blood shall start what his shall finish. When the time is right, you shall draw the sword and become the strength as is your birthright. You’ll grow strong and smart. You’ll laugh. And you’ll love. You’ll lose and you’ll find. My heart breaks for all you will face. But rest assured that you will not stand alone. Time will bring you all together. And a common enemy shall bind you tight.” She bent low to place a kiss on her daughter’s brow. “You are my daughter. Know my strength, know my love, and call upon them as you need.”

“Please don’t go,” Lydia begged as she walked into the room.

“I have no choice,” Ona told her friend. Lydia would keep Ona’s secret just as Ona had always kept hers.

“He will kill you,” Lydia stated.

“Yes,” Ona agreed. “He will.”

“Then don’t do this,” Lydia cried. “We need you.”

“If I do not go, he will kill us all,” Ona replied her gaze going back to her children.

“We will fight for you,” Lydia declared.

“It is my choice,” Ona said softly. “And I choose to do what is best for everyone. The death of one to save the many.”

“How can your death be good for anyone?” Lydia cried.

“You will see,” Ona said. “But first I must ask something of you.”

“Anything,” Lydia promised. “I will do anything.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” Ona smiled. “I ask the most important task of you. Take my daughter and flee back to your people. He must not find her until the time is right.”

Lydia held her sobs back admirably as she nodded and Ona was touched by the love her friend felt for her. “And Lydia,” Ona reached out to place her hand on Lydia’s still flat tummy. “He must not know of the child you carry. All of your lives depend on it.”

Lydia gasped and Ona knew that Lydia wondered how she knew about the recently conceived child. But Ona knew all. She knew Serena’s soon to be born daughter had to be protected as well. That was why she had the priestess take the sword and hide it before making her promise to flee to the temple of the goddess. She knew of the woman he kept prisoner, of the things he did to her, and of the child only just beginning to form into life inside her. She knew she must die and in the aftermath of her death the other three women must make their escapes. Two of the escapes were already set in motion. She would see to the last when she began her walk of death.

This was vitally important to the vision that Ona had been given. It was clear to her that the children must be saved and that was only possible if the mothers were. Her vision had shown her that when the time was right their children would meet and together they would conquer an evil more powerful than Ona had ever seen. What that evil was hadn’t been shown nor how the children would find each other. She only knew that it would start with her daughter Aurora and end with her son Aslan.

Holding that vision close she turned back to her friend and told Lydia what she needed her to do, what she must do.

“When you hear the commotion you must take up Aurora and flee,” Ona told Lydia. “They will head here first. His guard. They must only find Aslan. They will guard my son with their lives. But you must be gone before they get here.”

Lydia nodded her agreement and Ona reached out to take her friend into a fierce hug. “Sister of my heart, know that what you do for me is the greatest gift of all. Guard her and raise her as a sister to your child. They will need the bond to conquer the battles that lie ahead.”

She could see the questions in Lydia’s eyes, could see her struggling to hold them back and knew that she had chosen the right woman to protect and rear her daughter. “Tell her of me. The woman you knew, not the queen. Tell her of my love, of my joy at her birth. Tell her she has my eyes, my heart, and when the time is right she will know the power of her birth. Prepare her, train her, but do not raise her to be queen. That is a journey she must begin on her own. She may know of me but not of this place or anything that lies here. Promise me that.”

“I promise,” Lydia swore.

Ona took a deep breath and closed her eyes for just a moment. She saw Mikkel, her love and knew his strength and pride in what she was doing. With her death chaos would ensue, saving lives. With her death, his fate would be sealed. It saddened her. If only things could have been different. They could have stayed friends. But everything happened for a reason.

The goddess gave and took as the hands of fate played. And her fate had led her here, to this walk, to this death.

She slipped the key into her pocket. She had no idea how she would manage this part yet, but she would. The native must be freed. Her journey would be the hardest, the longest, and the most painful. But the woman was a descendent of the land itself, and she carried a strength unknown to others. Her child would grant her justice.

Together they would all form a new throne, a new kingdom, a new power. Ona smiled. She played but a small part in what they would accomplish. But every small part was important. With one last glance to her children she slipped from the room and began the walk to her death.

“I’m coming my love,” she said and only those who didn’t know her assumed she spoke of the man she was on her way to see.
 
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
http://www.lacythorn.com/

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