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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

The Shattered Blades by Aidan Russell - Book Tour - Guest Post - Giveaway - Enter Daily!


Hi lovelies!  It gives me great pleasure today to host Aidan Russell and his new book, “The Shattered Blades”!  For other stops on his Goddess Fish Promotions Book Tour, please click on the banner above or any of the images in this post.

Be sure to make it to the end of this post to enter to win a Kindle Paperwhite!!!  Also, come back daily to interact with Aidan and to increase your chances of winning!

Thanks for stopping by!  Wishing you lots of luck in this fabulous giveaway!


The Shattered Blades
The Land of Nod:
Book Three of the Judges Cycle
by Aidan Russell

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GENRE: Fantasy (Epic)

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BLURB:

The rivers turn to blood and the mournful cry for judgment.

Reslo returns to his family in the forest of Miradep, but his quest is not finished, and he will not fail in his duty.

Gratas and Jerah return to the idyllic town of Dunkhau, their bodies wounded and spirits scarred by battle. But if they thought war was tiring, they must now face the unknown horrors of peace.

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EXCERPT TWO:


The dizziness flared when the Dragon dropped Reslo into a puddle on a flat rock. He took a moment to catch his breath. He even sucked up a mouthful of the fresh rainwater from the puddle. He pushed himself to his feet, drew Moreathar, and faced the Dragon.

“Why did you take me away? How could you flee? I almost had Mdychi.”

Qa’sin spun to face Reslo. For a moment, the storm subsided as his great bulk and wings tossed aside the wind and rain. Eyes that glowed like dew-covered moss stared down on the Elf. The firelight within the Dragon grew brighter through his scars.

“Your father tried to fight me the first time we met. I see you’ve inherited his temper. Perhaps his stupidity as well.”

Reslo knew the Dragon was correct. It would be stupid to try to fight the titanic beast. Moreathar was a mighty sword, and Reslo a great warrior, but neither possessed the strength to defeat Miradep’s Dragon. Besides, they had no feud with him. If anything, Reslo owed the Dragon a debt of honor, as his children would after him.

“Why did we flee?” Reslo lowered his blade.

“Because you would have been killed,” Qa’sin said, “and I need you to help rid me of that scourge.”

“What scourge?” Reslo slammed Moreathar home in its scabbard.

“That… That Dragon, no… not a Dragon. That abomination…” Qa’sin sputtered and his serpentine tongue slithered as he stumbled through his words. “Among what remains of our people, it is called the Pythoness. The Witch Dragon is what it calls itself. We must kill it and end its desecration of this forest at last. It eludes me, hides from me. That is why I need you, warden, tracker, hunter.”

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GUEST POST:

Do any of your characters have a special hobby or interest?  If so, write a post in the character talking about those interests.

Smell the Roses
A poison by Ríaman, Master of the Keys

The problem with poisons is that everyone thinks they’re so easy. You just grind up some weeds you found in the forest, sprinkle in some viper’s venom (because wrangling a viper and taking out its venom is soooo easy, apparently), and voila! A poison! Well, even if the viper doesn’t kill you, and you don’t accidentally lick your fingers afterward like some amateur, you’ll probably wind up messing up the most crucial part: the delivery.

Many great assassins have met their ends because they spent too much time reading history or dramatic plays and not enough time thinking. “I’ll just pour a drop of this Visselix Hex into the king’s wine and collect my payment!” they said. Well, I have some bad news if this is your plan. If you’re an assassin worth your gold, you’re already too old to disguise yourself as a cupbearer. If you manage to pay off the cupbearer, the girl or boy is probably a nervous, bumbling idiot and will wind up drinking the vial themselves. “I’ll turn into a shadow and sneak up on my target and drop the poison into the cup when everyone’s back is turned! Then I’ll go back into the shadows and sneak away again!” Oh, please! A good target will always have someone watching, and every mage or warlock in the employ of a noble house has seen the play A Night in Saturame. That trick won’t work a second time. Don’t even get me started on the dumb things that were tried when the postage stamp was invented. Seriously, who ever thought that a noble lord would lick his own postage stamp. Preposterous!

Now, if there’s one thing people who hire assassins like, it’s no witnesses and entire bloodlines erased from the history books, and that’s where this concoction comes in quite well. Some backstory first…

As a young soldier, I spent many cold nights sleeping under the stars in the northern lands of Count Maritosa. The wind would rush down off the slopes of the Sudthenåks and freeze us to death if we didn’t bundle up well enough. This, of course, made for excellent pranks between the platoons and regiments.

One night, my platoon was especially industrious in the gathering of firewood, so we had a roaring inferno to keep us warm. One problem was that the forest we gathered our firewood from contained massive Gogmagog Hounds, and massive Gogmagog Hounds leave massive piles of dung. So, another platoon, seeing us in far too comfortable a state, snuck right up (because our watchman had dozed off, the bastard!) and threw a heaping pile of the rancid dung right onto our fire. We all woke up hacking and coughing at the stench. Not just us, but the entire regiment in camp coughed themselves awake.

The next morning, some of the soldiers didn’t wake up. Those of us who did were vomiting and bleeding out of holes we didn’t know we had. The colonel strung up that whole platoon for what they did, poisoning us with the smoke from that Gogmagog Hound crap.

Years later, after the Ministry of State Security put me to work, I remembered what had happened that night and thought about how to put that dung to use. The funny thing about Gogmagog Hounds is, despite their size and big teeth, they prefer to eat plants, but their bodies can’t digest most seeds. Have you ever smelled a flower that grew from a seed that a Gogmagog Hound had crapped out? No! You haven’t or you’d be dead!

How long does it take for a rose bush to grow and bloom? Feed some rose seeds to a Hound, sneak them into the gardener’s batch (because who, in their right mind, spends the coin to guard the rose bush seeds?), and come spring there’ll be nobles dropping like flies all over the castle or palace. You, meanwhile, will have been gone for months and months.

I wish you great success with your work, young assassin. If you find any further uses with Gogmagog Hound dung, please, do not hesitate to write to me. I have no plans of leaving my posting in the royal palace anytime soon and would enjoy to put those loveable oafs to more use. For the good of the kingdom, of course.

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AUTHOR BIO:


Aidan Russell is a Marine Corps veteran living in Las Vegas. He spent his youth following the adventures of wizards and space demons and decided one day to write his own tales. His short fiction is available in the Never Fear and Uncharted Worlds anthologies. When not writing, he enjoys skiing and heavy metal.

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GIVEAWAY INFO:

Aidan will be awarding a Kindle Paperwhite (International) to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter during the tour.


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3 comments:

  1. Aidan ~ It is so great to have you here! Congrats on your new book and good luck on the book tour! :)

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    1. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share Ríaman's wisdom today. I'm hope some of your readers can put this knowledge to use soon!
      -Aidan

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