The kingdom of Faldoa has thrived
under its new queen. Euphoria has changed the land, yet evil lies in wait.
During a mission to dispose of the last pieces of the magic mirror, she is
attacked by a dark elf assassin using a mysterious box. Taylon, her captain of
the Royal Guard is able to fight off the assailant, but not before damage is
done to the queen.
Deep in the Territories, a
strange prophecy comes forth from the elves, and Council Member Gantha is sent
on a mission to find a wizard of races. Little does he know that this little
foretelling speaks of resurrection of pure evil.
Taylon, with the help of a local
medicine woman, seeks out a cure for the queen’s sickness in the far reaches of
the kingdom, while the pieces of the magic mirror cause their own havoc.
Euphoria’s dark, chocolate-brown
hair flew wildly in the wind as the horse freely galloped beneath her. She held
back a laugh, enjoying the ride, trying to let her emotions regarding the kiss
go. But they would not be suppressed.
Ever since she attained this body
upon the cracking of the mirror, life had been strange. No longer trapped
inside a necklace, Rose possessed someone else now. Euphoria. She didn’t
understand the magic behind it. Her husband Guilaud would have, but he…
The horse jumped a fallen log,
jostling her thinking into disarray.
The feelings alone of being alive
again were extraordinary. But at what price? Her true husband was dead
centuries ago. I am queen. A vibrant, beautiful woman. But even with all of
that, Rose felt that something was missing. Sure she was attracting handsome
young men, in a different time, in a different land, posing as someone else. As
happy as she was, sadness rooted deep within.
Taylon knew the truth, of course.
They had been through the wraith ordeal together. And they were even closer
now. She felt their attraction, and she wanted it. But was she betraying
Her horse swiftly took the corner
and a tree brushed her shoulder. Thoughts scattered again. Taylon pulled up
beside her as the trail widened.
“Next town is only a little
farther. We can stop there.” He flashed a smile. It soothed her worried mind.
One moment Taylon was there, and
the next only his horse. Euphoria brought back the reigns. Her horse neighed,
threw its head back in retort but quickly heeded the command. Taylon lay in the
dirt clutching his shoulder, a crossbow bolt protruding.
But those were the only two words
she could muster before a scream filled her head. A piercing wail, shattering
active thought. Suddenly, pain flooded her body. Fire, burning, scorching agony
ripped through her heart. Her own voice echoed the scream.
A force jerked her out of her
saddle and she fell to the hard-packed ground. Her eyes wildly danced about,
unable to focus through the tears. She heard Taylon, but another torturous
scream erupted from within her. Something like needles traveled through her skin,
poking and tearing. She swung her arm up, expecting to see cuts, blood, but
there was only dirt and pain.
Euphoria thrashed, arms and legs
splaying out at all angles, trying to shake away the pain. Chaos convoluted her
senses, a taste of something foul, putrid; an aroma of burning wood, and an
obnoxious odor filled her nose. Above her, sky and forest blended into one.
“Euphoria!” Taylon was over her,
his brow creased, and his eyes roaming erratically over her. In a second
between bursts of agony, she locked eyes with him, pleading. She heard someone
laugh from the trees.
“What have you…?” But the rest
was lost as her own banshee cry drowned all else out. Death would be a terrific
release for her.
Seconds, minutes, maybe hours
passed as she released her pain through tears and screams. Why? Who? When? All
were questions that briefly formed before they were shattered, lost.
As suddenly as it’d begun, it
Swords clashed near her, but
Euphoria barely registered it. Every cell throbbed and waited, anticipating the
next wave of pain. Her mouth hung open, ready to scream. But nothing came.
Except someone did scream.
For a moment, Euphoria thought
the pain was back and she had yelled. But it wasn’t her. Turning her head,
black spots danced about her eyes. The cry stopped and now someone yelled
words. To her? Was it Taylon?
And he appeared at her side,
fresh blood dripping from a cut on his cheek.
She looked up, trying to answer
him. The dark spots grew and she felt herself slipping away. She wanted to say
thank you, and even I’m sorry. She wanted to say so many things, yet her mouth
Ever since Scott’s mother denied
naming him Scott Fitzgerald Kramer, writing has been in his blood. He watched
his grandfather use an old-fashioned typewriter to compose memories about his
grandmother. Finding out quickly that typewriters didn’t like him, Scott began
carrying a scrap of paper and a pencil. Word processing changed his fate. Scott
lives in Cincinnati with his beautiful wife and two adorable little girls.
During the day, Scott as Mr. Kramer terrorizes sixth grade students, forcing
them to read and write. Slowly, they come to realize that reading is fun and
writing is something they have to do to pass his class. Euphoria is Scott’s second novel in
the Territory Series. Soon the conclusion Taylon will be published. The first book is Kara. You can visit Scott on Wordpress.