Arms of Anu (Arrow of the Mist #2) by Christina Mercer
Publication Date: March 13th 2013
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
~Summary~
Follows Award-Winning Preteen/Teen Fantasy ARROW OF THE MIST
Blood of body, blood of soul,
Entwined for life, then unfolds;
If blood still runs when magic binds,
Soul is never too far to find.
In ARMS OF ANU, Lia and Kelven battle through a land of tyrants, war and magic.
Can Lia escape the foes who ensnare her?
Will Kelven’s love withstand the darkness taking root inside Lia?
Is freedom too high a crown to reach, or will they forever remain in the hollows?
Blood of body, blood of soul,
Entwined for life, then unfolds;
If blood still runs when magic binds,
Soul is never too far to find.
In ARMS OF ANU, Lia and Kelven battle through a land of tyrants, war and magic.
Can Lia escape the foes who ensnare her?
Will Kelven’s love withstand the darkness taking root inside Lia?
Is freedom too high a crown to reach, or will they forever remain in the hollows?
~Excerpt~
LIA~
Lia Griene folded birch-white arms against her chest. Wynn stood
beside her with his wrists and ankles shackled in chains. Lia winced at the
fresh blood seeping from her cousin’s wounds. She might have just enough
knitbone sewn in the hem of her cloak to set a poultice on them after they
returned to the cart.
If we return.
Royal Sage Conall eyed them, his mouth dripping with jellied pork and
wine. “I see your tempers have calmed since leaving Rockberg this morning.
Amazing how rebels quiet under lock and key.”
Lia tried to calm the loathing that brewed like bitter nightshade
within her. She’d rather fight bog goblins for a thousand years than spend
another minute before Nemetona’s nobility. But she held her composure. They
still had a fortnight of travel to the royal city of Anu and she’d prefer to
face the king with her tongue attached. She met the sage’s glare with silence.
He responded with a snort and continued to stuff his face with greasy
meat. His brother, Royal Sage Lorne, cleared his throat and spat in a wrinkled
cloth he kept gripped in his hand. He resembled Conall in crimson attire alone.
Where Sage Conall was fat like the swine he feasted upon, Sage Lorne was akin
to rotting leather over bone. He peered at Lia and Wynn from black hollows set
too deep for the candlelight to reach.
~Sequel To~
~About The Author~
Christina Mercer writes fiction in addition to mothering two young adults, a pack of large dogs, and about 100,000 honeybees. She's been an avid reader since she could walk and took her first writing job at age 10 as reporter for her local 4-H group. Her varied interests and ambidextrous skills prompted her to study creative writing in college, earn her official degree in Accounting from California State University at Sacramento, become a CPA., acquire a certificate in Herbal Studies from Clayton College of Natural Health, and become a hobbyist beekeeper. She took Writer’s Best in Show at the 2012 SCBWI CA North/Central Regional Conference and was a semi-finalist in the 2010 Amazon Breakout Novel Award Contest. You can find her at www.christinamercer.com or blogging with the girls over at www.indie-visible.com
~Giveaway~
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