My next visitor for the blogger book fair presents a novel that has managed to achieve the impossible, and that is pique my brother Robin’s interest. As such a thing is usually reserved for Tolkien, Lewis, or any of the Sherlock Holmes stories, then I immediately know I should avail myself of reading it.
Fortunately, Robin Lythgoe has not chosen to hang us too far in suspense, as today’s feature bears not merely the description of her book, As the Crow Flies, but an excerpt from it. It pleases me greatly to be able to share it with you. (And pleases my brother as well, from one Robin to another. To take pity on you all, I shall spare you comments about birds of a feather.)
By now, you of course know to read to the end for the giveaway. But I shall remind you just the same. *Winks*
As the Crow Flies
Genre: Fantasy | Adult
For a thief, getting caught is never a good thing. Getting caught by a wizard is even worse.
‘One more job’ meant that Crow, a notorious thief, could retire with Tarsha, the woman of his dreams, but ‘one more job’ may just mean his life.
When he sets out to abscond with that last brilliant treasure and seek a life of ease and pleasure with the jewel of his heart, Crow seriously underestimates his mark, the Baron Duzayan. Under threat of death by poison, Crow is coerced into stealing an improbable, mythical prize. To satisfy the wizard’s greed and save the life of his lady love, he must join forces with Tanris, the one man he has spent his entire career avoiding.
But what’s a man to do when stealing that fabled prize could level an empire and seal his fate?
From a dungeon black as night, to the top of a mountain peak shrouded in legend, a man’s got to do what he must.
Until, of course, he can think of a better plan…
As the Crow Flies Excerpt
I had scarcely stepped out into the street with my handsome new acquisition when I was abruptly and rudely accosted. Two hulking pieces of manhood caught me by either arm, and I nearly lost both my hat and the burlap sack of supplies I carried. Lifting me right off my feet didn’t trouble either of them, and while they whisked me off down the street, I took a moment to recover my breath, my composure—more or less—and to study their identities. “Do I know the two of you?” I inquired politely while they plowed through puddles I would have chosen to go around. The first splash caught me rather by surprise, but I had the forethought to lift my feet for the second. No sense getting wetter when there was an alternative.
“Raza wants to have a chat with you,” the bruiser on my right informed me.
“Jolly for him. Would you be so good as to put me down? I think I remember how to walk.”
“You’re too kind. Really.” I looked from one to the other, but they showed no sign of responding to gentle persuasion and we were making good speed down the street in a direction I had no desire to go. So I held on tight to my belongings and stuck my foot between the legs of the less chatty fellow on the left. He went down in a heap, and I went with him, rolling half onto him. The other man swore and scrambled, trying not to fall, too. I helped him out as best I could by swinging my sack at his head. There were a pair of grappling hooks in there, a climbing rope, metal cleats, and other sorts of paraphernalia a thief might find handy on the job. It knocked him backside over teakettle, which was rather satisfying and alarming at the same time.
Both my delight and my worry at the damage a hook might have caused were arrested by an arm around my throat.
About the Author
Robin Lythgoe was born in Maryland, but spent several years in Oregon and did a short stint in upstate New York before moving to Utah. She married an artist, and together they have four wonderful children. Reading and writing have always been a part of her life, and she is particularly drawn to fantasy. When she was growing up her mother often led expeditions to the library, from which the entire party invariably returned laden with a stack of books guaranteed to make the arms longer. Robin read everything voraciously, and when she finished her stack, she’d start on her mother’s… and then her sisters’. Today she writes tales about wizards and magic, fantastical places and extraordinary journeys.
Her novel, “As the Crow Flies,” was selected as a Kindle Book Review, 2014 Kindle Book Awards Semifinalist.
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