Introducing Shyria!!
Author Jessica Anderson stopped by to promote her new book Shyria (Book 3 in The Rise of the Royal Elven).
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Blurb
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem
offensive. MF.
In book three of the Rise of the Royal Elven: Shyria had spent most of her life in hiding,
since before she could remember. When
the woman who raised her passes away, her whole world changes. With the truth of her upbringing being told
from a dying woman's memory, she embarks on a journey to take back to where it
all began.
Faeron lived a complicated yet somehow simple life, until he
found a woman in the woods left for dead.
Being a kind man, he helps her and saves her life. When he finds out who she really is, he is
filled with hope and joins in her quest.
A kingdom in despair hope is renewed when their lost queen
surfaces to fight for her rightful place.
However, will the cost of taking the throne back be more than she is
willing to give?
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Excerpt
Shyria woke to a dark room. She let her eyes
adjust and started looking around as she lay perfectly still. She tried to sit
up but a sharp pain shot through her stomach, halting the act. She felt for her
mask, making sure it was still covering her face.
“Oh, you’re awake,” a woman said as she walked
into the room smiling.
She had pure white hair and bright blue eyes.
Tears started to form in Shyria’s eyes as she realized she looked like
Marrialli, exactly like her, except maybe a little bit younger.
“My son has been so worried about you,” she said
as she checked Shyria’s bandages. “He’ll be glad to hear you have finally
awoken.”
“Where am I?” Shyria asked, still dazed from the
blow to her head.
“Oh I am sorry, dear,” the woman said. “Don’t
worry, we are in the mountains. My name is Neinna,” she added. “You’ll be safe
here with us.”
“Thank you, Neinna,” Shyria replied.
“Do you have a name?” Neinna questioned.
“Yes, but I’m sorry I can’t tell you,” Shyria
answered regrettably.
“That’s fine, dear. I will send my son in when
he gets back,” she returned and left the room.
Moments later a man walked through the bedroom
door. He stood fairly tall, at least a half a foot taller than Shyria, he had
long black hair pulled back into a braid. He was muscular, and he had a kind
face, he looked young, about Shyria’s age, but his eyes shined purple, such a
bright beautiful, alluring color of purple. His eyes were the same color as the
lilacs she and Marrialli grew all the time.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
Shyria’s eyes darted away from him then. She
knew that voice, it was the voice that saved her in the woods. Her breath grew
heavy in her chest as the memories started to come back to her.
“Are you alright?” he questioned as he walked
over to her quickly and put his hand on hers.
She glanced down at his hand then back up to his
eyes. “Yes, thank you. You saved me.”
“I was glad to but I’m not sure if I showed up
in time to save all of you,” he returned.
“You did, they hadn’t gotten to, well… You
know,” she started, unsure how to finish that sentence, then realized he could
probably guess.
“That makes me feel a lot better,” he said,
smiling attractively. “Why were you out there alone, everyone knows that
Eloana’s men are killing every red-haired elven woman they come across?”
“I was looking for someone,” she answered. “I know
it was foolish.”
“It was very foolish, but who were you looking
for?” Faeron asked.
“I can’t remember,” she answered as she glanced
down at the ground.
“You got hit over the head pretty hard,
temporary memory loss can be expected,” he answered. “Do you remember your
name?”
“Yes, but I can’t tell you,” she answered. “You
cannot know anything about me. It could put both of us in danger.”
“Faeron!” Neinna hollered from another room.
“Your name is Faeron?” Shyria asked.
“Yes,” he answered, smiling.
“That’s a nice name,” she said, returning his
smile.
“Thank you,” he said chuckling a bit at the hurt
woman who seemed way too polite.
“Faeron!” Neinna hollered again.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Faeron said as he
left the room quickly.
Faeron came back in a few minutes later with a
couple of cups, a pitcher, some bread, a couple of bowls with spoons, and a
smaller cup all packed onto a tray. “Would you like some company for dinner?”
he asked as he sat the tray down on the stand that was next to the bed Shyria
was laying on.
“That would be nice,” she answered with a smile
as she tried to sit up. Faeron helped her when he saw that she was struggling.
He pulled a chair over by the bed and split the
bread in half, then he handed her a bowl of food. She took a bite quickly, then
scarfed down the food although Faeron still finished eating before she had. It
reminded her of the food Marrialli cooked.
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