Prophecy of Gods and Crows Clan of Shadows Series Book One C.D. Britt

 

Prophecy of Gods and CrowsClan of Shadows SeriesBook OneC.D. Britt
Genre: Fantasy/ Dystopian/ Celtic Mythology Publisher: C.D. BrittDate of Publication: 06/06/2023ISBN: 978-1-7372652-8-3ASIN: B0BRDHTFZXNumber of pages: 362Word Count: 98,220Cover Artist: GermanCreative
Tagline: Bryndis Kenneally is an anomaly, which is saying something when you live in a place once called Hell.
Book Description:
Welcome to Ifreann.... once known as Hell's Gate.
Bryndis Kenneally is an anomaly, which is saying something when you live in a place once called Hell.
Despite being born into a family of healers, she is unable to follow in their footsteps since disturbing visions overwhelm her with almost every human touch.With few allies at her back, she keeps her head down… until a freak sandstorm brings more than she bargained for—a man of shadows who seeks retribution, a crow that follows her everywhere, and two strangers who appear inside the locked gates of Ifreann.
Two strangers with a message for Bryndis and her friends.
But will these strangers be her end? Or will they be her salvation?
Either way, she knows one thing is for certain.
She can no longer pretend to be a normal woman among a town looking for witches to burn.
Book one in the Clan of Shadows series, a dystopian Celtic mythology paranormal (slow burn) romance series. It has elements of cli-fi and quiet a few morally gray characters.
TW: religious trauma, sexual content, abuse (past and present by family member), scenes of war
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Excerpt

Brynswayed her body to the last of the music, the night ending slowly as peoplestumbled and laughed after having allowed themselves the pleasure of beinghuman one night of the year.

Soonenough, only the light of the torches were left aside from the fires thatburned only once a year along the street. The shadows took over the celebrationas they danced along the buildings.

Thefeeling in her gut, the warning, grew at a rapid rate and she found herselfstanding and looking around.

“What’swrong?” Niamh asked, standing as well, looking for a threat.

“I’mnot sure. I’ve had this bad feeling…” Bryn whispered as her system flooded withadrenaline.

Thewarning horns split open the joyous atmosphere of the night like a knife. Thescreams of the people matching the horns as they ran from the streets to take coverfrom the unknown danger.

Brynand Niamh both turned as one toward the gate as small dust devils made theirway along the street, trailing the panicked townspeople as they ran, shoving ateach other like wild, mindless animals.

“Sandstorm,”Niamh whispered, her eyes focused on something past the gates. Words in anotherlanguage Bryn had never heard soon left Niamh’s lips.

Inher own panicked state, Bryn tried to calm her nerves, debating on if she couldmake it back to her apartment or if she needed to take cover with Niamh. Thefact that Niamh was in a trance, staring intensely at the gate, made her handtwitch with the urge to slap Niamh out of it.  
“Sandstorm!” Justin yelled as he ran down the road toward them. “Get inside andtake cover!”

They’dnever had a sandstorm bad enough to cause such panic before. The walls usuallytook the brunt of the weather for them.

“Now!”Justin was suddenly in her face, shoving at her shoulder and pushing her andNiamh into The Sanctuary. A horrifying cloud of red dust enveloped the townright as Justin slammed the door shut behind them. The entire road engulfed intornadic sand was the last visual she had of Saint’s road.

“Awayfrom the windows!” He herded them to an inner room in The Sanctuary, yellingfor the others in brothel to do the same. Bryn didn’t look to see what men fromtown were here.

Shedidn’t want that on her conscience and since she was a horrible poker player,she didn’t want to pretend in public when she watched them walking with theirfamilies to church service before she turned in for the day.

Settlingdown in one of the supply rooms, Bryn put her head to her knees, wrapping herarms around her legs. Focusing on her breathing and not the glass breaking,Bryn worked to calm her heart rate, trying to ignore the sobs of the otherwomen in the dark room as the glass broke and the wind howled.

Finianwhined, having moved back to Justin’s side.

Theonly light was from the cracked door Justin looked through, flinching everyonce in a while as he watched the storm bear down on their little town.

“Calmyourselves. Your yelling isn’t going to change the course of this storm,” Niamhchided, her voice barely audible over the furniture breaking outside of theirlittle room. Bryn was surprised by the calmness in Niamh’s voice as herbusiness was being torn apart. Her whole life was in The Sanctuary.

Atingling started in her fingers and toes, as well as the all too familiarfeeling of ants under her skin. Bryn rubbed along her arms at the same time asJustin, their movements mirroring each other.

Lookingto Niamh, her eyes focused on the wall as if she could see through it, as ifher focus could stop the destruction, Bryn patted the woman on the shoulderbefore she pulled back.

Herskin was growing more sensitive and the anxiety building up inside her wasbecoming a raging inferno.

“Iam here, come to me, my child,” Bryn heard the whispered words, and looked forwho was speaking. No one else looked around for the voice, as if they hadn’theard it.

Brynwas sure her heart stopped. Was this a vision? It didn’t feel like one.

WhenJustin looked at her, his eyes confused, she realized it wasn’t just her who hadheard the whispered plea.

Thedistraction of Justin kept her from noticing one of the men in the room sittingtoo close to her, his fingers brushing hers and she knew before it happened shewas going into a vision.

Feelingit come upon her, she scooted away from him, further into the corner of theroom right as the black stole over her vision.

 

About the Author:
C.D. Britt began her writing journey when her husband told her she needed to use her excessive imagination to write stories as opposed to creating a daily narrative for him. Ever since she penned her first words, life has been a lot more peaceful for him.
She currently resides in Texas where she has yet to adapt to the heat. Her husband thrives in it, so unfortunately, they will not be relocating to colder climates anytime soon.
Their two young children would honestly complain either way.
When she is not in her writing cave (hiding from the sun), she enjoys ignoring the world as much as her children will allow with a good book, music, and vast amounts of coffee (until it’s time for wine).
C.D. Britt is the author of the Reign of Goddesses series and Prophecy of Gods and Crows (coming 6/6/23).
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