Hiya peeps! I've got a new release to share with you today! Continuing in the Arthurian Saga, the fourth and final book is the epic ending to this story! Check out the excerpt below, and use the link to pick up the first book for free! =D
Excalibur Rising
An Arthurian Saga, Book Four
~Released: 8th of September
~Publisher: Emerge Publishing
~Genres: Science Fiction, Fantasy
Excalibur Rising Book Four is the final episode of the Excalibur Rising Series where all questions are answered. Merlin's magical powers are fading and Albion faces enemies on all sides. While Arthur's heir fights for the possession of Camelot, Ryan races against time to rescue Violet from the Isle of Avilion.
BOOK ONE IN THE SERIES IS FREE!
"Read the book to learn the real story behind history’s greatest legend!"
Excalibur Rising is an edge-of-your-seat fantasy suspense novel laced with wit and history. If you like funny characters, dramatic plot twists, and the myth of King Arthur, then you’ll love the first book in Eileen Enwright Hodgetts’ Excalibur Rising series.
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A prolific writer Eileen Enwright Hodgetts covers an impressive spectrum of subjects and formats. There is nothing formulaic in her writing. Each work reveals a fresh creativity.
She has created a whole new "world" in the Excalibur Rising series. Excalibur Rising Books One and Two are available now and Excalibur Rising Book Three will be released in January 2017 by Emerge Publishing.
Her books are available from Amazon.com in paperback and e-book format and all books will soon be available as Audio books. "Whirlpool" is already an Audible book.
Six of her one-act plays are published in book form at Amazon.com
Dunart sat on a low stool outside his driftwood hut. He watched the waves breaking against the gravel bank that protected their hut from winter storms and remembered how it had felt to be at their mercy. He shuddered and raised his eyes from the cold grey water to focus on the clouds scudding across the horizon. He drew in a sharp breath. Why could he see so far? Where was the eternal fog bank.?
He spoke his question aloud. “Why is the sky so clear?”
Teleri stood by his side. “Perhaps it’s the cold weather. Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters,” Dunart muttered.
Something moved on the horizon; a black speck that flew without wings. He watched as it drew closer, lurching erratically above the waves.
Teleri pointed a trembling finger. “It’s a dragon.”
“No,” Dunart assured her. “I saw the great dragon of Albion fly above Camelot. That is not a dragon.”
Teleri shaded her eyes and stared long and hard. “Whatever it is, it’s going to fall into the water.”
The black speck had taken on a shape. It was a box of some kind, suspended by ropes from another object that had the aspect of a massive deflated wineskin.
“People,” said Teleri. “There are people in that box thing. No good can come of this. Best if they drown.”
Dunart looked askance at his wife. “Why would you want them to drown?”
Teleri crossed herself. “People flying from nowhere and a horizon that shouldn’t be there; these are bad omens.”
Dunart climbed the dunes for a better view. He could see the people clearly now. They were cutting themselves loose from the giant bladder. Without the dead weight, perhaps their carriage would float. Their voices carried on the wind; a man’s voice, deep and commanding, a woman, equally commanding. They were free of the bladder but their carriage was barely afloat, moving sluggishly and taking on water.
Dunart studied the waves crashing on the shingle barrier. He counted as he watched. If these people were to come ashore, it would be on a legendary seventh wave. It was a seventh wave that had rescued him from the wild waters that broke on the beach below Camelot where he had lost his arm, but not his life.
The carriage sank lower in the water. It was almost without buoyancy. He wondered if they would abandon it and try to swim, but it would be a long swim in winter cold water and he doubted they would survive.
There it was; the seventh wave. The grey blue water roared up and over the barrier, picking up the waterlogged carriage and flipping it sideways before spitting it out onto the beach.
Two people crawled away from the wreckage.
He spoke his question aloud. “Why is the sky so clear?”
Teleri stood by his side. “Perhaps it’s the cold weather. Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters,” Dunart muttered.
Something moved on the horizon; a black speck that flew without wings. He watched as it drew closer, lurching erratically above the waves.
Teleri pointed a trembling finger. “It’s a dragon.”
“No,” Dunart assured her. “I saw the great dragon of Albion fly above Camelot. That is not a dragon.”
Teleri shaded her eyes and stared long and hard. “Whatever it is, it’s going to fall into the water.”
The black speck had taken on a shape. It was a box of some kind, suspended by ropes from another object that had the aspect of a massive deflated wineskin.
“People,” said Teleri. “There are people in that box thing. No good can come of this. Best if they drown.”
Dunart looked askance at his wife. “Why would you want them to drown?”
Teleri crossed herself. “People flying from nowhere and a horizon that shouldn’t be there; these are bad omens.”
Dunart climbed the dunes for a better view. He could see the people clearly now. They were cutting themselves loose from the giant bladder. Without the dead weight, perhaps their carriage would float. Their voices carried on the wind; a man’s voice, deep and commanding, a woman, equally commanding. They were free of the bladder but their carriage was barely afloat, moving sluggishly and taking on water.
Dunart studied the waves crashing on the shingle barrier. He counted as he watched. If these people were to come ashore, it would be on a legendary seventh wave. It was a seventh wave that had rescued him from the wild waters that broke on the beach below Camelot where he had lost his arm, but not his life.
The carriage sank lower in the water. It was almost without buoyancy. He wondered if they would abandon it and try to swim, but it would be a long swim in winter cold water and he doubted they would survive.
There it was; the seventh wave. The grey blue water roared up and over the barrier, picking up the waterlogged carriage and flipping it sideways before spitting it out onto the beach.
Two people crawled away from the wreckage.
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