Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Thrall Web

Buy Forge HERE

by T.K. Anthony 
Here we are, five days after the end of the world, and two days into Christmas. No matter what you’ve celebrated this season, chances are you’ve earned a little down time from all the cleaning, cooking, shopping, wrapping, traveling, and quality time with the extended family. You’ve got to be looking for an escape. How do I know this? You’re here, reading this blog.

If you’re looking for escape, Calgon ™ain’t really gonna take you away, honey. What you need is a nice, big fat book full of love, adventure, and danger, in the Scotian Realm, and its colony planet of Forge. Half a galaxy and a thousand years from here and just far enough away for an escape from this world and all its cares. Kurt Vonnegut says all good stories can be summed up as “Man in hole.”With respect to the master, I’ll add the caveat: “And heroes make the difference.”

Keir, the hero of Forge, is in a deep hole, filling fast with hot water...and oh, look...what are these heavy rocks he’s holding?When the story opens, he’s just been found naked and hung over. Convicted of vagrancy, Keir’s sentenced to seven years’ indentured servitude on the planet Forge, a colony shared by the human Scotians with the reptilian Xerni and Tormin amphibs. Known only as “Tazhret”—“Nameless’ in the Tormin tongue—Keir can’t remember his name...or the name of the beautiful woman who haunts his amnesia-scrubbed memory. Her message that he has a good name is Keir’s lifeline in a sea of troubles. Laboring under the whip of his abusive master, Keir never dreams that Fate has cast him as thehope to defeat a race of psychic predators bent on the destruction of Forge and the enslavement of Scotians, Xerni, and Tormins alike. If you like heroes who play for high stakes against impossible odds...get Forge on your e-reader, put your feet up, and enjoy!

Warned by a Seeing…The high king of the Scotian Realm expects the arrival of an enemy, a race of psychic predators bent on galactic conquest. The Realm’s one hope is alliance with the neighboring star domains in defense of a shared colony, Forge.
Caught in Fate’s grim weaving…Mindblind, amnesic, Tazhret lives out his drug-induced visions of servitude on Forge. He wants to believe the beautiful woman with the nut-brown hair who whispers reassurances to his harrowed heart: “You have a name.”But is she even real? Or just one bright thread in his dark dreams?
An unexpected hope…Tazhret’s destiny leads him to freedom and the woman he yearns for
—and to a desperate struggle against the enemy. Tazhret can save Forge, and the clan of his beloved. But only at the cost of all he has hoped for: his name, his freedom, and his love
for the woman with the nut-brown hair…

Keir, called Tazhret by his Tormin master, is surviving on hope and the scraps of kindness thrown him by his master’s mate. When another human shows up, “Tazhret” thinks his luck might have changed at last. Or, maybe not...
The wagon compartment was hot, dusty...and far more cramped than the shed. Tazhret sagged in the grip of his chains, too weak even to laugh at his delusions of hope. Even she was silent, although he felt her presence like a prayer for mercy. He twisted his wrists in his shackles. Apparently, Trinity didn’t listen to her prayers, either. The dark gods of the Xern, the Te, were toying with him. Or Trinity's angels were visiting new punishment upon him for the depravity of sins he couldn't even remember. Oh, Trinity…. The wagon trundled forward, taking him away from the Paggett Farmhold. Away from Zinderz Paggett—and away from Holdwife Sarvy. The frying pan looks pretty good when you're in the fire. The depth of his despair swallowed even his bitter prayer.

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1 comment:

Barbara Elsborg said...

Ooh this sounds good and I like that cover! The hero has that edge about him that intrigues.