S.N. Liska's Blog, page 77
March 9, 2017
(Eng/Fr)Good evening everyone,I’m so so thankful, endless...
(Eng/Fr)
Good evening everyone,
I’m so so thankful, endless thanks to Brigitte for this new review ♥
You can also follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/bluebirdbrige
If you’re looking for a really precise review here it is ;)
An excerpt:
“The story is well paced and fascinating. The magical powers are innovative. The characters are very well portrayed.”
And here is her article: https://livresrecommende.blogspot.fr/2017/03/powerful-1-kingdom-of-harcilor-ns.html
Thanks again for giving me a chance and taking time to read and write about ‘Powerful’!
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Bonsoir à tou.te.s,
Je remercie infiniment Brigitte pour sa chronique ♥
Vous pouvez la suivre sur Twitter : https://twitter.com/bluebirdbrige
Une chronique très complète :)
Voici le lien : https://livresrecommende.blogspot.fr/2017/03/powerful-1-kingdom-of-harcilor-ns.html
Je la remercie encore de m'avoir donné ma chance et d'avoir pris le temps de me lire et de rédiger un article pour Powerful !
A bientôt ;)
March 8, 2017
(Eng/Fr)Hi,Wow the first review for Powerful! Thank you so...
(Eng/Fr)
Hi,
Wow the first review for Powerful! Thank you so much!
I need to correct some errors so for now if you’re curious you can read it for free with Kindle Unlimited and I’ll warn you when there will be a better version ;)
Or if you want to review it too I’d be glad to send it to you! It’s the beginning :)
You can take a look here, there is a free excerpt too: https://www.amazon.com/Powerful-Harcilor-S-N-Lemoing-ebook/dp/B06W2P76QM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488993860&sr=1-1
Thanks ☺
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Bonsoir,
Première critique anglaise pour Powerful, plus difficile à avoir que les françaises en fait !
Quelques fautes ont été repérées, je vais voir pour les corriger ☺
Si vous connaissez des lecteurs et blogueurs anglophones qui seraient intéressés, je serais ravie de leur envoyer mon roman :)
Voici la page avec extrait gratuit : https://www.amazon.com/Powerful-Harcilor-S-N-Lemoing-ebook/dp/B06W2P76QM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488993860&sr=1-1
Merci et bonne soirée à tou.te.s !
February 26, 2017
Bonsoir,Une nouvelle chronique pour Shewolf !Merci mille fois à...
Bonsoir,
Une nouvelle chronique pour Shewolf !
Merci mille fois à Mina du blog Mina Read Books pour son précieux soutien ♥
Elle a testé le format papier ;)
Et elle a très bien résumé l'histoire également !
Petit extrait :
“Une lecture agréable, où l'on se projette très bien, le roman est écrit à la première personne ce qui permet de bien prendre part à l'histoire.”
Je vous laisse découvrir sa chronique ☺
http://minareadbooks.blogspot.fr/2017/02/shewolf-tome-1-lapprivoisement-auteur-s.html
Bonne soirée !
Bonjour,Vous aimez la bit-lit et les histoires originales...
Bonjour,
Vous aimez la bit-lit et les histoires originales ?
Découvrez “Shewolf - T1 : L'apprivoisement” !
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Vous pouvez aussi le lire avec Kindle Illimité !
“Un récit fort addictif et des personnages vraiment attachants.” - Au Goût Du Livre
“J’avoue que je suis entrée dans l’intrigue dès le début. La plume est très fluide et agréable, ça se lit à une vitesse affolante !” - LittleGirly
“Un histoire de genre Fantastique/Suspense auto-éditée bien écrite dont la trame est joliment construite et l’énigme était efficacement et habillement bien emmenée” - Les étoiles des Bibliothèques.
February 25, 2017
Bonjour ;)Une nouvelle chronique pour Saga Shewolf, la 15ème...
Bonjour ;)
Une nouvelle chronique pour Saga Shewolf, la 15ème déjà !
Un immense merci à Alice du blog Au Goût Du Livre (vous pouvez la retrouver sur Twitter : https://twitter.com/augoutdulivre et Instagram ;) ).
Elle m'a lue pour la première fois et je suis heureuse d'avoir été son premier partenariat ^_^
“Un récit fort addictif et des personnages vraiment attachants.”
http://augoutdulivre.blogspot.fr/2017/02/shewolf-sl-lemoing.html
Je vous souhaite à tou.te.s une belle journée !
February 23, 2017
Hi!I’m so excited, I’ve just published my 1st novel in English!...
Hi!
I’m so excited, I’ve just published my 1st novel in English! I’m a French indie author and I’ve already published 3 novels which got rather good reviews, you can check it here: https://twitter.com/RomanFantasy1
By the way, I’m looking for my first English book reviews, if you’re a blogger you can contact me.
Well, I always love to read an excerpt from a book before buying it, just to be sure that I will love the writing and style. That’s why I am publishing a long extract: the First Chapter ☺
I hope you will like it, and I hope I haven’t made too many errors.
In the francophone countries, my novel has been acclaimed by 80+ literary bloggers.
Note that the layout is better inside the book of course! As you can see on the picture above, it is the French version.
‘POWERFUL’ is listed on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34341044-the-realm-of-harcilor
You can read it with Kindle Unlimited or buy it here: https://www.amazon.fr/Powerful-1-Realm-Harcilor-English-ebook/dp/B06W2P76QM/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1487856969&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Realm+of+Harcilor
The paperback version here: https://www.createspace.com/6957039
~Enjoy your reading!
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CHAPTER
1: The
Tent
Relan,
year 12
In that
early spring, thick gray clouds covered the sky, letting fine frosty
raindrops fall down. The wide alleys were empty. Two Guardians passed
along the rampart, their boots sinking into the mud.
They had
to wear a mark above the eyebrows: a long and thin dark blue line
crossing their forehead. Thereby, it was simple to distinguish them
from the people. They also wore long dark capes. These Guardians were
striding along the stone wall extensively heightened since the new
King Relan had usurped the power.
The
realm of Harcilor was located at the north of the continent whilst
the south was only constituted of desert plains. The eastern part of
this land was separated by the Karilii sea and bound at the south by
a chain of lively active burning mountains. The harcilans
lived isolated as there were not many of them.
In
Hierum, the capital, people principally resided in cabins and tents
protected by the defensive wall. However, humidity and cold were
piercing outside as much as inside habitations.
At
several measures from the castle could be found an alley where the
biggest tents had subsisted, more or less intact. They belonged to
the Guardians of the late King Geldir. All of them roughly showed the
same colours: brown, auburn and charcoal grey, whose partition walls
were strengthened with wood. The new Guardians, for their part, had
settled at the place of the castle gardens to get closer to Relan.
In front
of one of these tents, a fawn-coloured one, was standing a young man.
Kaaz was twenty-four years old but seemed older with his tired
features, pale complexion and purplish lips. He was tall, had long
dark hair reaching his lower back and clear blue eyes that seemed
nearly white by this weather. Sadness and anger displayed upon his
face. He was wearing a long black cape as well.
He
was part of the Silarens,
the humans who possessed magic powers. The ones who did not have the
birth advantage to dispose of any of them were called the Iesilarens.
These
unfamiliar
words came from the first spoken language on the mainland, the
Tystena: “silar”
meant “power”, and the prefix “ie”
indicated the negation. The Silarens could feel
each other by perceiving the magical energy from one another.
Kaaz
was watching around the tent. Nobody should discover what was
happening, the Guardians first. If they were coming to know or
suspect the inner activities all the
persons
present would
be sentenced to death.
From
time to time, the Guardians went away from the castle to investigate
the neighbourhood, which disquieted Kaaz. Sometimes, they had already
passed in front of the tent and gotten inside to search it.
Careful,
he had been on the lookout for days when no one was inside, in order
to deceive them and leave them unsatisfied. They had somewhat lost
interest in this case as there were no suspicious movements.
Today,
the Guardians had decided to pass in the way again. Kaaz felt a
little nervous but hid it so well nowadays. He noticed the two men
turning in the path from afar. He removed his glove and put his right
hand behind his back while facing them.
He used
his Dissimulation power: an invisible magical energy spreading itself
around the canvas shelter like a shield. This force could prevent the
Silarens from feeling the magic hidden inside the unearthly shell,
willing to hide host and guests of the tent. He kept this thin layer
of energy as the two men were passing by and observing him.
Kaaz
quickly bowed to them, and in return they made a discreet head
gesture knowing him rather well now. At least, that’s what they
thought.
They
continued on their way, seeing and feeling nothing that could put
them on alert. It was one of the two powers inherited from his
mother, a very rare and envied capacity.
Kaaz was
still maintaining his shield for a moment, the safest was to wait for
the Guardians to be far enough. To define at which distance the magic
energy could be felt or not by someone else was a difficult task. It
all depended of the intensity of one’s own powers and others’. Yet,
these two Guardians were not that powerful. Moreover, they possessed
only one ability each: Mobility for one, and Inflammation for the
other, widely spread powers.
The two
men far away, Kaaz stopped emitting his Dissimulation. Apparently, no
one else was expected. The guests knew that if they did not see him
at the entrance they had to go back home. He lifted the first curtain
of the tent, then the second one, thicker and heavier, to get inside.
Were
standing there a dozen of children and young adults sitting on the
ground on woven fabrics, as for some parents. The whistling of the
wind and the abrupt fall of the rain ran all over the roof of the
canvas. In spite of these
uncomfortable
conditions
the invited were facing vacant table and stool. They were clearly
waiting for someone.
Cil, a
copper-coloured skin and dark-haired little boy, approached Kaaz.
‘When
I’ll be older, I want to be as powerful as you!’ he claimed.
Kaaz
smiled, which was rather unusual from him. With his right hand, he
tousled the boy’s hair.
'I hope
you will.’
The man they were all waiting for got out of the bottom room and put
his manuscripts
on the table. Cil took back his place among the other children.
This
man’s name was Cyr Belgran. He was in his fifties and of ebony
complexion. White hair and beard wrapped his face and the rust colour
of his eyes brought even more sweetness to his friendly appearance.
He was standing in front of his pupils, unrolling a map world drawn
by his care and hung it up.
From
memory, he transcribed what he read in various books before they were
all burnt by the new Chief of the Guardians.
'Good
morning everyone. Today, we will study our world and kingdom
geographies. Going back to the last lesson, it is important to know
where we come from, to know our environment. You should make use of
what surrounds you, you are only visiting but Nature has been here
for a very long time and will linger. No matter the past, present or
future kings and queens. No matter the people. Nature created us and
amiable beings to live with, and gave us the right to live. Each day,
it grants us what to eat, what to build for shelter, what to dress
and what to take care of ourselves.’
The
master threw a handful of powder, a mixture of dried star jelly and
panther caps. Then, he recited a spell in an ancient language:
’Utena
beris.’
The
powder held in suspension. Appeared images: opening
primroses
of all colours, white, yellow, purple and mulberry;
a
peaceable creek winding between banks covered of first snow;
and finally,
a sunrise gleaming over the vast plains of east.
Children and parents were filled with wonder.
With the
help of a stick, Cyr dispersed this magic screen. He was Iesilaren
and practiced material magic. A less mighty magic yet it had other
advantages.
In the
room, everyone was listening with attention. Cyr surely was one of
the wisest men in the capital, in Harcilor even.
'Henceforth,
we are bound by another King and his son, Chief of the Guardians. In
addition to that, we have to confront a disloyal Guard. All of them
being thirsting after wealth and subjection.
We should never forget what our kingdom used to be for generations: a
fair and free land.’
The
children’s and parents’ eyes were shining, both with remembrance of
this past secretly kept and with admiration for this strong-willed
man.
* * *
Inside
the castle, an excursion was being prepared. The servants were
loading chestnut
wooden trunks
and wrought iron caskets with provisions, linens or
immaculate white clothes stitched of royal blue borders. All of the
garments proudly carried the Dois emblem embroidered in gold thread:
a giant oak and a crown on its top, because as simple as this, 'dois’
meant 'oak’ in Tystena.
'Ridiculous,’
thought the tailors, 'a tree wearing a crown’. But if they wished to
leave this world dying a natural death, never they should give their
advice loudly.
The
servants were bustling about in the cold and humid cellars, then took
back the last luggages up at the ground floor.
Litar
had to leave with a procession,
searching for a rare plant whose existence had been whispered. It was
said to enhance powers and the young man was admitted as the most
powerful being of the realm. That is how father and son had managed
to pull down the King and his Guardians. Nobody was up to overcome
the Dois son.
In his
luxurious bedchamber, Litar was taking his bath. Fire was crackling
in the large fireplace. The steams of soapwort and camomile filled
the room of their fragrance. The young man did not want any servant
to help him, he could not bear their presence nor their indiscreet
glimpses. He could handle these customs alone. The domestics made the
bath and then had to go out and devote themselves to other duties.
He was
observing the room that had been assigned to him: a large canopy bed
made of raw linen drapes on which we could discern geometrical
ornaments and sapphire-tincted florals; the three five-branched
bronze candlesticks and their vegetable wax bougies; as well as a
comfortable mahogany bench, topped with an azure velvet cushion,
leant against the wall and under the window. The transparent panes
were contoured by stained glasses, as for all the castle windows.
Some red and green rays of light were falling on the fabric of the
bank and reflected on the ground. Compared to his former home, this
room seemed like an enchanted castle in itself.
Litar
got out of the suds and made his way to the folding screen, there he
took the towel hanging on it and wiped himself.
This
solitary life felt quite unpleasant, but his father was finally proud
of him.
The
voyage should last two lunar cycles. His mission consisted in
traveling across all of the realm to try and find these precious
roots helped by scholars, called Utelyns
in ancient language. He put on his shirt, a white tunic above it,
breeches and leggings he knotted, and lastly, his cornflower-bordered
alabaster doublet to resist to cold. He seized his long white cape
spread out on the bed and put it on, and shod his boots. Adding a
thin chainmail
on his chest and iron arm bracers as a protection.
At the
age of twenty-seven, with his well-sculpted body, deep blue eyes,
curly chestnut hair and short beard, without noticing it, he was
stirring hearts of the female and some male Guardians, servants, and
even of some Utelyns.
* * *
Inside
Cyr’s tent, the lesson was running its course. By the end of a stick,
he was presenting this unknown world to the new generations.
'The
ground represents the minor part of our world. The seas expend to the
infinite. There is also an island whose existence is known but we are
still ignorant of what can be found there.’
He pointed at a small land
localised at the south of the map, remote from the three existing
subcontinents.
'We
live on the Umpar continent, which means “center of the world” in
our ancient language. Yes, our ancestors were quite modest.’
Laughter discreetly spread
through the tent.
'We
are umparits. Our kingdom, Harcilor, has not changed much for two
centuries. It extends over the entire north west part to the high
volcanic mountain barrier of Granica.’
Suddenly, the rain fell more
briskly. A dull sound roamed on the roof.
Cyr had to raise his voice to
be heard. He was shifting while reciting his knowledge, children and
parents could only be fascinated. The youngest children, between five
and ten, were sitting at the first rows, and behind them were the
young adults.
Loya, a seven-year-old girl
with amber complexion and blazing red hair, raised her hand.
'Yes?’
'Master,
what do we find in the other kingdoms?’
'We
will talk about that next time.
Let us say our kingdom is the only one where power has been taken by
force. Those of the east and south tried to help us but lost many
combatants. They finally had to give up.’
Cyr put the chart of the world
away and unfolded another map representing the realm of Harcilor.
* * *
At the
castle, the escort was ready to leave. Litar descended the majestic
beige marble stairs and sat down in the largest coach to which six
tall white stallions were harnessed. The four other vehicles were
provided with four dark horses each.
A servant named Nella came
forward and offered him a flower, a violet, to share her affection.
Surprised, he stared at the young woman, and the latter seemed so
ugly to him that he did not know what to answer. He grabbed the
violet, having no care for the etiquette as usual.
It was his mother’s favorite
flower. He spun it between his fingers, absorbed in his thoughts. He
had not seen one for a long time. Outings outside the capital were
scarce, and all of the castle gardens had been covered by dwellings
on his father’s order.
'Never do this again, this is
improper. My father could have had you hanged.’
'I
know it Chief, you’re the only one I would have given this,’ replied
she,
lowering her eyes.
'Do
not
do this again.’
She returned to her place,
acquiescing, then took back an appropriate bearing.
Litar snapped his
fingers and the coach persons commanded the procession to move
forward. The five broad carriages covered with gold leaf could not
pass unnoticed although they did not risk any assault. One must have
been a real fool to intervene against Litar.
The cortege
crossed the capital in front of the bystanders who were casting
sidelong glances at these court people, hiding their hatred deep
inside. They cursed them though they could not do any thing to stop
them.
They were setting
out for the north: a Utelyn had read in the soil that the magical
plant could grow in cold regions.
* * *
At the southern gate of the
city could be found a small pine forest named Suolistaa. The misty
air made it the ideal place to conceal.
An obscure silhouette was
moving about. A long dark cape, head down and a large hood casting a
shadow all over its face: it was difficult to tell if it was a man or
a woman. The figure was walking with a hurried and firm step. Its
thick strengthened boots could resist water and mud. The puddles
burst at each of its steps.
Nothing more was needed to
attract two Guardians’ attention, a man and a woman, who were
patrolling at the edge of the woods. They were rushing towards this
trespasser who, they thought, might want to defy the order for few
seconds of attention.
'Stop right there!’ ordered
the male one.
The
silhouette stopped, annoyed.
'Turn
around!’ summoned the female one.
The figure turned around but
not to execute this directive: it raised its gloved left hand in
front of the two Guardians and ejected them at several measures. This
violent impulse caused them to lose consciousness. They banged,
passed out, on some tree trunks and remained motionless on the
ground.
The mysterious silhouette
decided to be more discreet. Its purpose was obviously to enter
Hierum though it did not think the Guardians had noticed its
progression. One of them surely had an increased sight. It used its
Invisibility power from now on thus the surroundings became entirely
grey again.
The invisible figure reached
Cyr’s tent, lifted the first curtain and took the opportunity of the
in-between to make itself visible again. It raised the second fabric
and penetrated the spacious room.
Kaaz, who was leaning back
against the wall close to the entry, glanced at the intruder and felt
a sense of anguish.
Cyr broke off, and all eyes
turned to the outlander.
From its large hood, only few
locks of light chestnut hair with glints of gold were hanging down.
It brought its capuchin down, revealing its face. It was a really
curious young woman.
'Please continue,’ she told
Cyr.
The master was taken by
surprise. Who was this young woman he had never seen before? Yet, she
did not seem threatening at all: if Relan had discovered the secret
of the tent, he would have rather had his son to intervene. He
continued his lesson as previously requested.
'Who’s the woman?’ whispered
Loya, turning to Ty.
'I have no idea,’ answered the
intrigued boy.
Ty was a fifteen years old boy
slender as a wood stick and his dishevelled blond hair made him look
like a bad scarecrow. He was passionate about Cyr’s teaching and
admired him. He had always tried to detect his powers since his
childhood, dreaming of possessing a few. Nevertheless, he had not
found any yet.
Sometimes, he thought he might
abandon, that he probably had inherited nothing from his ancestors.
And, from time to time, he would try again: after all, if he had been
doing it wrong, or if the power was arduous to discover, it was well
comprehensible that it would take such a time.
The rain gradually subsided
and the deafening noise gave way to an harmonious lapping. Cyr paused
almost at the same moment, rummaging through his personal belongings,
then resumed his speech.
'Our calendar has been
conceived in such a manner that we use the King’s name to situate our
epoch, followed by the number of years of their reign. Thus, we are
in the twelfth year under Relan’s royalty. It has been twelve years
since he took the throne. The last king’s name was Geldir, his reign
ended after forty-eight years, and the Queen before him, his aunt,
was named Akelom.’
Cyr no longer seemed troubled
by the young woman’s presence, the children didn’t pay much attention
either.
Kaaz, as for him, was
observing this stranger with distrust. She seemed questionable to
him. Her face looked completely unfamiliar although he knew many
people by sight in Hierum. And such a face he would have remembered.
If she was aiming to attack the children or Cyr, he would be the
first one to interfere.
He concentrated to discern a
potential magical energy, but it was impossible for him to feel
anything. And he was sure about that, she could not be Iesilaren, she
pervaded something inexplicable. As he had not felt her arriving, it
meant she at least owned the Dissimulation, just like him, and in
this case, she could conceal even more powers. He was watching her
from the corner of his eye and was preparing himself to intervene at
the slightest gesture.
'Well, young ones, today’s
lesson is over. As usual, please go outside one by one not to get
caught.’
Kaaz approached the young
woman and gave her a cold stare, she returned it to him.
'What do you want?’ he
muttered.
'I am going to converse with
Cyr, this is none of your concern,’ she answered, then headed towards
the master.
Kaaz slipped away to ensure
his lookout role while keeping an eye on the foreign woman. The field
was free. He told a mother and her son to go out even though the rain
was still falling.
The mysterious woman stepped
forward to Cyr:
'Master, can I talk to you in
private?’
She did not seem hostile but
rather affable. He felt a certain relief.
'Of course, follow me.’
They went into the far room.
It was Cyr’s workplace, full of all of his writings, remedies and
magic accessories.
'To whom have I the honour?’
'My name is Selna Harel, I
have heard about you in small eastern villages.’
Cyr could not believe his eyes
nor his ears. He scrutinised the young woman’s face: it seemed she
truly looked like the former Chief of the Guardians.
'How could this be possible?
Kolin’s husband and daughter were found dead.’
'The bodies were the ones of a
father and his daughter already down. To cover us, I used my
Transformation power on them. I am coming to you because we have the
same purpose, to reconquer the kingdom’ she declared.
'Have you inherited all of her
powers?’
'And much more,’ she said,
smiling.
'Pardon me, would you like a
sage infusion? I need to come to my senses,’ he jested.
'With pleasure,’ she replied
while sitting down on a stool.
Pending
their turn, the children were silently playing together.
Kaaz waved a father and his son to go out, these latter cast a
worried look outside. The way being free, they rushed out of the
tent.
Ty approached a girl as old as
him, Chellis. It was only the second time she attended the courses.
'Have you enjoyed today’s
teaching?’ he shyly asked.
'Yes,
I was unaware of the size of our lands. The kingdom is so vast
whereas I have never left the capital,’ she said with bitterness.
'Neither did I, and it is so
difficult to get out of Hierum nowadays.’
To tell the truth, the young
boy wasn’t indifferent to Chellis’s charm: her abundant wavy Venetian
blond hair and her large light green eyes might have influenced it.
She had generous curves, pretty plump cheekbones spangled with
freckles, and fleshy lips.
Ty’s
heart was racing.
'So,
have you detected a power lately?’ she asked him.
'No.
Still nothing,’ he replied, disappointed.
'Perhaps
we could train together and exchange advice?’
Ty was over the moon, and
seized the opportunity.
'Absolutely! We should help each other.’
'Well! Can I train with you?’ asked Loya, the flaming-haired little
girl.
Ty was somewhat annoyed.
'Yes, we should join in front
of the southern kitchen garden!’ enthused Chellis.
Kaaz went into the tent again
to take two young people out. He glanced around and saw neither Cyr
nor the young woman.
Suspicious, he decided to go
and see in the work room.
As he lifted the curtain, he
found them sitting at the table, drinking their brew.
He meticulously closed the
opening so as not to alert the guests.
'Who are you?’ he interrogated
Selna.
'She is Kolin Harel’s
daughter,’ calmly replied Cyr.
'That’s impossible. She was
found dead.’
'Kaaz, she tells the truth, I
knew Kolin. She looks like her and she has got the same powers. Her
father and her managed to escape the city and take refuge all this
time.’
'If you are so powerful, how
come we have not seen you sooner?’
'I was practicing, I had to be
fully ready. It is not an attack to treat lightly.’
'How did you hear about us?’
'My father and I were in the
east. In the villages, it is rumoured that an opposition has been
constituted during all those years, that the people exchange hidden
documents and that secret schools have been formed. More precisely,
it is a jeweler, Kirso, who told me about you. A small man with a
moustache.’
'Yes, I know him. He holds
classes in his village too,’ Cyr responded.
'Exactly. I also heard that
Litar was going across the kingdom for two lunar cycles.’
'You do hear a lot of things,’
retorted Kaaz.
'You have no idea.’ she
countered ironically.
'Kaaz, she possesses the
thought Transmission,’ he added turning briefly to the young man.
'And so, shall we intervene during his departure?’ asked Cyr.
'We have two lunar months left
to prepare a strategy. In his absence, we must defeat all of the
Guard and the King.’
'That
is too little,’ said Kaaz, tersely.
'This is our unique chance,’
replied Selna.
February 20, 2017
Hola !Et une nouvelle chronique pour Mes 7 ex ☺Un immense merci...
Hola !
Et une nouvelle chronique pour Mes 7 ex ☺
Un immense merci à Kathleen qui m'a lue pour la deuxième fois !
Et merci pour vos commentaires sur Livraddict les filles, ça faisait un petit moment que je n'avais pas fait un tour par ici ;)
http://www.livraddict.com/biblio/livre/mes-7-ex.html
Petit extrait :
“Si elle se donne les moyens d'obtenir ce qu'elle veut, ce n'est pas toujours le cas des hommes qu'elle rencontre.”
http://booksdreamsandfiction.blogspot.fr/2017/02/mes7-ex.html#more
Bonne journée :)
February 19, 2017
Hi,Finally, the English version of my fantasy novel is out!I...
Hi,
Finally, the English version of my fantasy novel is out!
I hope you will enjoy it ☺
Here is the synopsis:
For twelve years, the power has been usurped at the Realm of Harcilor.
Cyr, an erudite, and his adopted son, Kaaz, have formed a secret school.
Indeed, in this world, some people were born endowed with magical abilities : the Silarens.
However, it is not that easy to detect your own powers.
They will soon be joined by a mysterious young woman who will provide them with valuable information.
When Litar - the most powerful being of the realm - goes away for two months, they finally foresee the opportunity to act.
Can they win their freedom back? Will they make the right choices?
More info here: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B06W2P76QM/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1487542076&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Realm+of+Harcilor
You can find it on Goodreads too: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34341044-the-realm-of-harcilor
If you have further questions you can contact me!
February 17, 2017
Hello, hello,Une nouvelle chronique pour les lycans ;)Un...
Hello, hello,
Une nouvelle chronique pour les lycans ;)
Un immense merci à Audrey du blog Le coin d'Audrey d'avoir accepté de me lire pour la deuxième fois ^_^
La bit-lit étant un genre qu'elle apprécie beaucoup :)
Petit aveu : chaque chose a son utilité dans l'histoire, mais chut ! Plus de réponses dans les prochains tomes :D
Extrait :
“En résumé, le titre correspond parfaitement à la lecture que nous avons : Nous faisons connaissance avec notre héroïne, nous assistons au plus grand chamboulement de sa vie et nous suivons le début de cette nouvelle identité”
https://livres-et-compagnie.blogspot.fr/2017/02/shewolf-tome-1-lapprivoisement.html?spref=tw
Je vous souhaite un excellent week end !
Hi,Please can you tell me if you like this cover or should I...
Hi,
Please can you tell me if you like this cover or should I change something?
it’s for my fantasy novel, here is the synopsis:
For twelve years, the power has been usurped at the Realm of Harcilor.
Cyr, an erudite, and his adopted son, Kaaz, have formed a secret school.
Indeed, in this world, some people were born endowed with magical abilities : the Silarens.
However, it is not that easy to detect your own powers.
They will soon be joined by a mysterious young woman who will provide them with valuable information.
When Litar - the most powerful being of the realm - goes away for two months, they finally foresee the opportunity to act.
Can they win their freedom back? Will they make the right choices?
Thank you very much!
