Another Teaser :D

While I consider what I want to do next on the ol’ blog, here is a teaser from my next Domains novel, Bloodlust: War, due July 17th of this year.

“HOLD!” she bellowed, turning to Sassin. “Are they trying to drown us?”

Her fear was that the Deomen would use the same tactics that the Legions once used against them on the floodplains North of Kirif, sweeping her army away with a flash flood.

“No, I don’t think so,” said Sassin. “The water here does not flow quickly enough.”

“What if they have a powerful elementalist?”

“If they were that powerful, I doubt they would wait,” said Sassin. “They mean to even the odds and attack again, I think. We should reform or try to move to better ground.”

“Let them come,” snarled Sadira. “Their Gold Masks are dead. What else do they have?”

As if in response to Sadira challenge the Deomen stopped running, silently reforming their own lines. To Sadira’s surprise she saw a cadre of Gold Masks come forward, bearing powerful Runic weapons, already full grown.

“They had reserves,” said Sadira.

“We have a few surprises left ourselves,” said Sassin.

The Two forces regarded each other, the Deomen preternaturally quiet. Sadira could sense Sunmane, Ashen Rain, and Razorthorn readying offensive spells and felt the determination of the men at her back, where now up to their ankles in mud and water,

“HOLD!” she bellowed, hearing the command echoed up and down the line.

As she watched, the centre of the Deomen line parted, revealing an ominous figure clad in crude armour that blazed with incredibly powerful runes. The figure was something new, and yet she could not escape the sense of familiarity that she saw in his magic.

“Valaran?” the words came to her lips unbidden, but she knew it to be true as soon as she laid eyes on him.

“Welcome to your doom, Chosen Sadira,” said the armoured form.

As the armoured figure spoke a lithe woman with strange eyes, dressed in shining green scales slipped around him holding familiar looking glass globes in each hand.

“The Poison,” whispered Sadira, stepping in front of her uncle.