I am honored to welcome today with an excerpt from By Immortal Honor Bound as she tours the internet in support of her book, with Historical Fiction Virtual Book Tours. My apologies for being late in posting. My calendar is an alien being these days. I think pandemic fatigue is getting to me.
About By Immortal Honor Bound:
Publication Date: November 4, 2020
Kyanite Publishing LLC
Paperback, 400 pages
Series: Of Alchemy and Angels, Book 1
Genre: Historical Fantasy
Intrepid warrior angel Malachi faces the fiercest of adversaries of warfare through the centuries, fighting alongside the boldest of gods to defend humankind from the Seraph Rebellion.
Sent to York in the 1620’s, Malachi unexpectedly falls in love with keen and ardent alchemist Daphne Heatherton.
For Malachi, Daphne’s returned devotion is a tenuous gift of fate.
Dark machinations set into play by the fallen archangel, Gideon-leader of the Rebellion-bring Malachi to the brink of defeat and put him to the ultimate test.
Will he choose a mortal love, or will he remain By Immortal Honor Bound?
Alchemy, history, passion, myth, science, legend converge in a timeless battle-will love or honor prove to be the most powerful element of all?
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About the Author:
Pittsburgh has provided an interesting, vibrant and eclectic place to grow up and eventually become a writer of stories. Stories through which History, Science, Alchemy, Romance, High Stakes, and Mythology are woven.
My writing is also touched by ghostly echoes which greet me as I hike or bike through what were once bustling sites from the age of industry of the region, now reclaimed by nature. These are the ethereal remnants of those who shed their blood, sweat and tears onto what is now sacred ground.
Come dive into the stories shaped by these unique forges. The twists in the path are unexpected, fraught with danger, but always worth the journey.
Where passion and love take root unexpectedly, bloom, and somehow manage to survive against all odds, one surprising way or another.
Excerpt from Chapter 4 ~ 345 BCE, Temple of Thoth, Egypt
Thoth finally spoke, “I cannot give you an answer at this time, archangel. There is much I need to consider. Such as eons of Celestial disdain which will not simply disappear, my lack of faith they can come with sincerity to the table of diplomacy—against the need to indeed strengthen the alliance.” He gave an impatient nod of his head.
“Enough talk of Celestials. Tell me of this philosopher and why Malachi is needed.” “The Seraph view the confusion and fear caused by King Alexander’s sieges as an opportunity. They make it known they offer protection from Alexander to those who would turn and join them. Aristotle is Alexander’s confidante and advisor. If the Seraph take Aristotle out of the picture, chaos will ensue, and they will gain a sizeable advantage.”
Thoth stroked his beak in thought as he listened. “Go on.”
“Aristotle’s philosophy is counterproductive to the Seraph rebellion. Celestia has determined it critical for Aristotle to have protection.”
“That is all well and good for Aristotle and Alexander, angel,” Thoth’s voice was intonated with sarcasm. “Please, share with me how my temple will be protected.”
“I believe you will find Katherine the Adamantine quite capable. She is one of our most formidable assassins and guardians, a Sekhmet lioness warrior of the ancients, and of the Nile,” Raphael answered.
“‘Quite capable’, you say, Raphael? Hmm?” issued a low, contralto female voice from thin air near Thoth’s throne. Raphael scowled, and both of them looked toward the disembodied voice. Sea blue and
silver coruscation filled the air in a tall column near Thoth’s throne.
Consolidating, the shimmer took on a dark, cinnamon-skinned female form. As she solidified, the silver tip of her dark blue spear shone in the sun. Cinnamon hair, in scores of thin braids, pulled back from her temples, fell to the middle of her back. Her cerulean linen shendyt shone like the sea, and her polished bronze cuirass and greaves shone as if the sun itself stood among them. “Katherine,” Raphael intoned, curt yet courteous, with a nod toward her, “a grand entrance, as usual.”
“Raphael,” she mimicked his tone, then looked to Thoth. “Greetings, Thoth, my lord.” Her nut-brown skin tone emphasized the shifting topaz of her eyes. His daunting gaze upon the woman, Thoth’s black eyes glittered while his beak elongated and again curved in an intimidating hook. Unflustered, Katherine gave a brief bow of her head to Thoth, no attention given to his fierce countenance. The chest plate of her cuirass glinted in the sunlight as she shifted her gaze back to Raphael, dissecting him with her penetrating stare. Displeasure seeped from Raphael as his lips turned down at the corners and he inclined his head. Katherine tsked. “Come, now, Raphael. You archangels can be so strait-laced and stuffy.”
Raphael peered at Katherine with narrowed eyes as he unrolled several maps. He took a deep breath, then looked down at the papyrus splayed before them. “I know you will handle things well, Katherine. Take heed, the Seraph are becoming more cunning and shrewd. Keep alert for the slightest divergence. Assumptions can be dangerous—”
He looked up in time to see her lips forming silent words, assumptions can be dangerous, as she mocked him. Raphael halted. He lifted his brows as the tops of his wings appeared and peaked, ruffled from behind his shoulders, in his annoyance. Katherine returned his gaze, her lips turned up at the corners in a subtle smirk. The moment stretched for an eon; the incense cracked.
During the Blog Tour, we are giving away an eBook, a signed paperback, and a signed hardcover copy of By Immortal Honor Bound!
The giveaway is open to the US only and ends on March 5th. You must be 18 or older to enter.