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I'm excited to share the cover for THIS CRUMBLING PAGEANT, which is Volume One in the Fury Triad series by Patricia Burroughs. This is Epic Fantasy with romance and ya crossover appeal. The book is scheduled to release May 6, 2014 in Hardcover, Trade and Digital by Story Spring Publishing, LLC
About the Book:
Persephone Fury is the Dark daughter, the one they hide.
England, 1811. Few are aware of a hidden magical England, a people not ruled by poor mad George, but the dying King Pellinore of the House of Pendragon.
The Furys are known for their music, their magic, and their historic role as kingmakers. When Fury ambitions demand a political marriage, Persephone is drugged and presented to Society--
Only to be abducted from the man she loves by the man she loathes.
But devious and ruthless, Persephone must defy ancient prophecy, embrace her Dark magic, and seize her own fate.
Be swept away into the first book of a dark fantasy series combining swashbuckling adventure, heart-pounding romance, and plot-twisting suspense.
Excerpt
[Persephone Fury is the dark daughter, the one
they hide from Society. But one night she is abducted and taken away to the
most dangerous parts of London. Fierce and clever, she is able to rescue
herself, only to collapse before she gets home. Fortunately for her, Sir Robin
Fitzwilliam finds her. Even more fortunately for her family’s reputation, he
believes her to be the young boy she’s masquerading as.]
Why would a child be
out alone in the middle of the night?
Robin slid the
slender youth’s body from the expensive saddle and staggered backward, not from
the weight, for in truth, the boy weighed little, but from the reek of Shadows.
It was a miracle the
gelding hadn’t tossed the stripling to rid himself of the Darkness on its back.
He eased the boy onto
the ground. The boy’s body was limp and
his skin was hot and damp with sweat. Robin fumbled with the boy’s heavy jacket
and grabbed the lapels to yank it open.
Thin fingers closed
around his wrists. With a snarl, the boy heaved himself up and delivered a smart
punch to Robin’s jaw, knocking him back on his heels in shock.
“Don’t touch me!” the
boy rasped fiercely.
“You’re overheated.
Let’s get that coat off—”
Two sharp-knuckled
fists smacked into him at the same time, leaving both his cheeks stinging.
“Keep your hands off
my coat!” The boy scrambled to his feet and leapt against the horse, attempting
to mount.
“Gods damn it,” Robin
spat, “you’re drowning in Shadows, boy, we need to—”
A foot caught him in
the chest and he staggered back, then hurled himself forward, grabbed the boy
by the collar, and yanked.
They both fell
tumbling into the dirt. “You’d best pray it’s the Darkness that has driven you
mad, boy, because if it’s not, you’ll pay for these bruises with some of your
own!” He pinned the boy to the ground with one hand braced on a shoulder and
continued, “I’m not going to hurt you. Just calm down and let’s see if we can
relieve you.”
The boy relaxed,
calming except for his heaving chest as he fought for air.
Robin’s mind raced
through his options, coming up blank.
“Cat-mint...” the boy
muttered. “Tincture of angelica. Blue chalcedony, jet, bronzite, amber—do you
have any on you?”
“No,” Robin said,
surprised.
The boy moaned.
“Trifolium, then...” The boy’s head fell back into the dirt.
“Trifolium. I don’t
know.”
“Clover,” the boy ordered, scorn dripping from his voice. “I’m
speaking of clover.”
Robin paced along the
road looking for a clump of clover, unsure whether to laugh or snarl.
“Do you at least know
your Greek sigils?” the boy muttered weakly. “The banishing sigil performed
with clover...”
“I know sigils,” Robin said, amending
silently, if I can remember the Greek
ones from the schoolroom. If he got the scamp past this spell of poisoning,
he was going to thrash him.
“How long has it been
since you were cleansed?”
Impertinent little brat. “My soul is not
overburdened.”
“You evaded my
question, which is answer enough, may the gods deliver me,” the boy retorted
with equal venom.
At the moment, Robin
just needed to come up with an acceptable prayer. He held his hands over the
boy’s body and called, “Away, away, from your feet and from all your limbs...
erm... Shadows and every muscular pain!” he finished with a wince.
“Did you just use the
prayer to rid me of gout?” the boy
asked incredulously.
“I said Shadows,”
Robin muttered.
The boy let out a
disgusted sigh. “I’m doomed.”
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