Welcome to Writing in the Modern Age, Kayelle! What have you come to tell us today?
Today I'm revealing the new cover of my book and offering a giveaway.
Wow! That's great! It's such a cool cover. ;)
Thanks! Forged in Fire is also on pre-order, so order your copy today!
Nice! Let's get a glimpse into this book...
Title: Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire (The Sempervian Saga, Book 2)
Genre: Science Fiction with Romantic Elements
Rating: PG-13 for violence, no profanity or explicit content
Here is the blurb.
Humans created the Ultras, a genetically enhanced race, to
defend mankind. Instead, Ultras became their greatest threat. With the help of
traitors, humans captured half a million of the immortal warriors.
Exiled to an alien world with no tech, no tools, and no
resources, their leader, Pietas, must protect his people, find food and shelter
and unite them. But before he can, he must regain command from a ruthless
adversary he's fought for centuries--his brutal, merciless father.
Ultras are immortal, and no matter how they die, they come
back. Reviving after death isn't all it's cracked up to be. Some wounds heal
instantly and a few take time, but battered and broken trust? Immortals may
heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever.
Here is an excerpt.
In this scene, Pietas performs a
ritual with the help of his friend, Six.
Pietas's long hair, full of static electricity from the wind and
storm, settled over his shoulders and adhered to his neck. He could not lift
his arms to gather it himself, but he did not want the others to see he needed
help nor did he want Six fretting over it.
The man blamed himself for the injury. Yes, Six had bound
Pietas. It had been Six's duty to do so. In truth, those who had placed Pietas
inside the pod and refused to release him were to blame, but no matter how
often he reminded Six of that, the ghost refused to relinquish his guilt.
Six dug into his pockets. "I think I have another
strip." They had torn several from a ragged shirt. Six wore the biggest
piece around his neck. He set down his pack and opened it.
"Six," Pietas hissed. He did not turn his head, but
looked toward the others. "Leave it!"
The ghost glanced up at him, then the immortals, waiting ahead.
"You want the women messing with your hair? Is that it?"
He closed his eyes, counting to ten. To a hundred would not
erase this embarrassment. "No." When he beheld Six, the man had the
discourtesy to smirk. "Don't look at me in that tone of voice."
The man chuckled. "We should have cut your hair before we
set out." He rummaged through his kit, which held all Six owned when he'd
been abandoned on this world. Little more than survival gear.
"I never cut it except in ritual."
"I know." Six withdrew a boning knife used for it.
Before every battle, Pietas performed the solemn rite to affirm
superior strength and prowess. The ghost had been the first human to see it
carried out, albeit the first half from a distance while hiding.
Six stood. "Maybe you could perform it now."
"How like you to see the easy solution. But there are a few
elements missing. No fire. No water. No mask." He gestured toward the
oncoming storm. "No time."
"Haven't you ever heard of pretending?"
"One cannot 'pretend' a ritual."
"What a boring childhood you must've had. Why not?"
Pietas opened his mouth to answer. Shut it again.
Six lifted one eyebrow. "Do you want to go into that dark
hole and meet up with your people without performing it?"
"No, but there's no time."
"Rain's coming." Six jerked a thumb toward the forest.
"Like I said, you have to go in there or you won't reunite with your
people. Are you going to stand out here making excuses, or do this?"
"Ghost, this ritual is important. It deserves
respect."
"Blah, blah, blah.
That storm is bearing down on us." A few drops of rain splattered them
both. "See? Or maybe you'd rather have your sister help you with your hair
every morning."
"Fine!" With a resigned sigh, Pietas capitulated.
"How do you propose we 'pretend' my ritual?"
Six tucked the knife into his belt and held out his cupped
hands. "This is fire."
Pietas hesitated.
"Come on, Pi." Six wagged his cupped hands. "This
stuff is hot."
"Of course it is." A smile slipped onto his face and
refused to leave. "It's pretend fire. That's the hottest kind."
"Remember, you do this naked. Unzip your robe or whatever
it is you'd wear."
Pietas mimed removing his silk robe. He plucked one hair and
laid it across Six's hands, feeding it to the fire. "As fire has victory
over life, so I have victory over my enemies." He passed a hand through
the imaginary flame. As he had in the real ritual, he hissed at the scorching
heat. He cupped his hands over Six's, a symbolic end to the flames. "I am
powerful, as fire is powerful."
"Next is air, right?"
"Yes." He lifted both hands, made fists, and yanked
them back. "I own the wind. I prevail over the breath of my enemies."
Again, Six cupped his hands. "Water."
"Water submits to my presence the way enemies submit to my
will." He scooped his hands into the bowl, lifted his arms and pictured
the liquid dripping down them. "The blood of my enemies trickles into the
pool of time, is absorbed, and forgotten." He bent and pushed both hands
through his hair. "My mind is clear. I do not waver."
Six held his hands flat, waist high. "The pond."
Pietas ducked as if to submerse himself, then rose, throwing
back his head. "My body submits to my will. No pain defeats me. No fear
touches me." He brushed his hands down the length of his body. "My
will is absolute. I am bigger than any fear. I prevail in every circumstance. I
face every foe. I vanquish every enemy. I overcome. I am indomitable. I am
invincible."
"Black face paint for the mask." Six held out his
hands.
The ceremonial mask represented a splash of blood across his
face received during battle. Dipping two fingers of each hand into the bowl,
Pietas outlined a bandit's mask up over his dark eyebrows to the area beneath
his eyes. He brushed his fingertips over his eyelids and met Six's gaze.
Finding a mixture of awe and respect threw him out of the
moment. He faltered, unable to recall what came next.
Six offered the knife hilt first.
The man had seen the ritual performed once, from a distance, yet
he'd remembered each step. Six wouldn't have known the next part was performed
by Pietas's sister if no trusted partner or friend was at hand. The time Six
had seen it done, Pietas had not yet considered him either one.
How wrong he had been. The man was more than both.
And here are some awesome teasers.
Purchase Link:
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Wow! It sounds like a great book!
Also, grab book one of the series, The Origin of Pietas.
Here is the blurb.
Why should Pietas end the war with humans?
His people are winning, yet they insist on peace
talks. The Ultra people want to grant humans a seat on the Council. Pietas ap Lorectic, Chancellor of the High
Council, War Leader and First Conqueror, disagrees. What's best for mortals
is oppression, control, and if necessary, elimination.
Pietas seethes with rage at
the idea of human equality. Humans might have created Ultras, but the creation
has far surpassed the creator. Humans die. Ultras are reborn, no matter how
grievous the injury. They have no equals.
His people permit him no
choice. He must attend these insipid peace talks on Enderium Six and what's
worse, be polite. To humans.
When a human special ops
warrior is killed in battle, he's resurrected in a secret process and inducted
into the Ghost Corps. He's given enough strength to perma-kill immortal Ultras.
Ghosts are the most hated and feared of warriors.
When the ghost entraps and
captures Pietas at the peace talks, the two begin a long journey toward Sempervia,
an isolated and forgotten world. Once there, Pietas is marooned and the ghost
abandoned alongside him. The two must either fight to perma-death, or join
forces to survive.
As Pietas comes to trust the
human, an unlikely and awkward friendship begins. Until he discovers how ghosts are resurrected...
Purchase Links:
Universal Amazon: https://bookgoodies.com/a/B01D7O2EHM
Fascinating!
Now, for the fun prize...
☆.•°☆ GIVEAWAY! ☆°•.☆
FREE - Download Endure, Illustrated Quotes by Pietas (as told to Kayelle Allen). Enjoy an exclusive collection of
quotes on the concept of endurance by the man known to other immortals as the
Bringer of Chaos.
Also, download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It's fun!
https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf
Happy reading, everyone! And don't forget to pre-order your copy now! The book comes out on December 29th!
Let's also give kudos to Kayelle's sponsor, Reviews by Crystal, for giving us a look at this new sci-fi book with some romantic elements!
We'd love to have you visit again, Kayelle! Thank you so much for coming by the blog! :)
About the Author
Kayelle Allen writes Sci-Fi with mythic heroes, misbehaving
robots, role-playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's a US Navy
veteran and has been married so long she's tenured.
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