The Song of the Sword
Welcome to the launch of Song of the Sword, the second novella in the Legends of Light series! Although the history of Aslaria and the conflict between the Prince and the rebel, Tauscher, flows chronologically though the series, each novella is a stand-alone retelling of a favorite fairy tale. Each story in this nine novella series focuses on one of the nine aspects of the Fruit of the Spirit while also retelling popular fairy tales in a clean, exciting, and inspiring manner.
A glittering sword.
An ancient oath.
A blackened rose.
And a melody which ties it all together.
Evrard and Roinette, twins separated at birth, are caught in a battle beyond their own limited powers. With their ability to walk in the melody realm, catching glimpses of the light and darkness underlying Aslaria, comes even more danger.
Deadly mistbenders. Writhing walls of blankness. Hateful drumbeats. As a warrior in the Melody, Evrard has seen it all. But his own ability in the melody realm pales in comparison to the Prince’s melody, the legendary prowess of past Wingmasters, and even the depth of his sister’s song.
To rescue Roinette and evade the trap almost certainly set for him by those who want his power, Evrard knows he’ll have to be careful. Even if he can find the Wingmaster’s sword, there’s no assurance he’ll be able to defeat a mistbender on his own. In the end, will his and Roinette’s efforts matter if the Prince brings an ancient oath to fulfillment, shaking the very foundation of Aslaria?
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About the Author
Hope Ann is a Christian authoress who lives on a small farm in northern Indiana. She was homeschooled and now helps teach several of her eight younger siblings.
She has been writing for over five years, and has so many story ideas that she doubts she will ever stop. Her favorite genre to write is high fantasy with a touch of the allegorical. A close second is futuristic suspense. Her goal is to not only entertain with her stories, but to provide inspirational fiction for young adults.
Predictably, she loves reading fantasy, fairy tales, mythology, and futuristic suspense. Her favorite authors include J. R. R. Tolkien, Charles Dickens, Frank Peretti, Mark Twain, and Serena Chase.
Her hobbies include photography, movie making, knitting, tree climbing, writing e-mails to friends, listening to Celtic music, and collecting shiny trinkets for story inspiration.
You can visit Hope’s blog at authorhopeann.com, or follow her on Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, or Twitter.
Giveaway!!! (LINKS BELOW)
I’m giving away a beautiful, one-of-a-kind mug with the Legends of Light logo emblazoned on its side, along with a Song of the Sword bookmark. Due to shipping costs, at this time the mug giveaway is limited to the USA. However, I do have a second giveaway of a $10 Amazon gift card, along with another Song of the Sword bookmark, for international readers! Please only enter one of the giveaways.
What weather is your writing? A dark and stormy night? A sunshiny day?
A cloudy day, punctuated with bright rays of light and the occasion thunderstorm.
You can rescue a fictional character from certain death or resurrect them to live again. Who do you save? Alternately, is there a fictional character deserving of death who you would like to destroy?
Just rescue ONE character?!?! I supposed I’d rescue Finnick Odair in The Hunger Games trilogy. I get making war realistic, but why him??? He was married. His wife was expecting. And he just died. Enough people died to bring across the point of war’s harshness, Finnick didn’t have to die too and make the last book even more depressing. *takes deep breath* There, my mini-rant is over.
You can time travel in an oddly specific way that only allows you to visit other authors. Where do you go and what do you do?
I’d go meet Tolkien! I’d love to sit in as he read bits of Lord of the Rings to his friends, or listen to them read Icelandic sagas.
Sum up your life in five words and two punctuation marks.
I’m insane with strong purpose!
You have to trade places with one of your characters for a day. Which and why?
I’d be Silvara, an archeress from a current work-in-progress. I want to see her cave. And roam the forest. And spend a peaceful afternoon all alone, able to relax and burdened with nothing greater than protecting the nation’s most ancient weapon.
If this question were any question in the world, what question would you want it to be and how would you answer it?
Question: Would you permit me to turn The Final Clash into a movie if we let you help with the script?
Answer: YES!!! I want to see these settings and characters for real-life so bad.
Nodding to the sentries, Evrard slipped quietly inside the central pavilion. The others were Nodding to the sentries, Evrard slipped quietly inside the central pavilion. The others were already gathered around the table, listening intently as the Prince outlined positions and maneuvers. Tauscher, the former steward of the King, whose spectacular rebellion and attempted coup for the throne had failed by a hair’s breathe over two years ago, had finally been halted against the Shadowfen. The Prince had no intention of letting his army escape a final decisive battle.
Evrard waited, hands behind his back, as he silently stored away the orders and mentally placed the various troops about the field.
“…Saris, you are the extreme left of the left flank. If you retreat, the line folds. Nayton, you will keep your horsemen behind the hills until the signal. The right flank will hold along the Shadowfen. Evrard, are your Messenger Falcons up to strength?”
“Yes, my Lord.” Evrard’s head shot up. He’d never get used to the natural way the Prince spoke as if Evrard were an experienced general instead of a soldier barely come of age.
“Marshaling the falcons as we speak.”
“Good. You will be stationed on this knoll.” The Prince beckoned and Evrard stepped forward. “Andrinian will stay with you, and I will communicate with him directly. He will pass any relevant information on to you and from you back to me. Together you can delegate the necessary messages. Any concerns?”
Evrard shook his head, then paused. “They have a mistbender, my Lord. But he carries no weapons.”
“Even a watcher can do damage if he sets half a mind to it.” The Prince nodded thoughtfully. “What of you? How is your strength in the Melody?” The Prince’s eyes bored into Evrard’s.
Evrard glanced away. The underlying, heartbeat throb of the Prince’s song swept strength through the Melody, but as for Evrard’s own power against the mist and shadows? He hesitated.
“It is enough, my Lord.”