Blurb:
Book
2 of The Seekers series continues the story started in the
critically-acclaimed, multiple award-winning The Children of Darkness.
Against all odds, Orah and Nathaniel have found the keep and revealed the truth about the darkness, initiating what they hoped would be a new age of enlightenment. But the people were more set in their ways than anticipated, and a faction of vicars whispered in their ears, urging a return to traditional ways.
Desperate to keep their movement alive, Orah and Nathaniel cross the ocean to seek the living descendants of the keepmasters’ kin. Those they find on the distant shore are both more and less advanced than expected.
The seekers become caught between the two sides, and face the challenge of bringing them together to make a better world. The prize: a chance to bring home miracles and a more promising future for their people. But if they fail this time, they risk not a stoning but losing themselves in the twilight of a never-ending dream.
Against all odds, Orah and Nathaniel have found the keep and revealed the truth about the darkness, initiating what they hoped would be a new age of enlightenment. But the people were more set in their ways than anticipated, and a faction of vicars whispered in their ears, urging a return to traditional ways.
Desperate to keep their movement alive, Orah and Nathaniel cross the ocean to seek the living descendants of the keepmasters’ kin. Those they find on the distant shore are both more and less advanced than expected.
The seekers become caught between the two sides, and face the challenge of bringing them together to make a better world. The prize: a chance to bring home miracles and a more promising future for their people. But if they fail this time, they risk not a stoning but losing themselves in the twilight of a never-ending dream.
Excerpt:
A
flutter unsettled my stomach, different from hunger. What if these aren’t the
visionaries we’d come all this way to find?
Perhaps
merely my exhaustion at the end of a long day, overshadowed by the gloom of
impending night.
A
rush of feathers churned the air as a flock of blackbirds startled and took
flight, a foreboding cloud darkening the already dim sky. They squawked and
swirled and flew off toward the distant cliffs, as if the fortress that loomed
higher up was their resting place. In an instant the sky had cleared and all
was silent again.
With
the birds announcing our approach, the dwellings came alive.
…
More
people poured out to greet us, dozens of them. Mostly children, they swarmed, a
few reaching out to touch our clothing, and others waving their black boxes at
us. I heard the familiar questions from the younger ones. “Who are these
strangers? Where are they from?” And the same phrase repeated—the dreamers.
In
this way, they swept Nathaniel and I along, until suddenly all conversation
stopped. We’d reached the archway, the entrance to the city.
Kara
stepped in front and held up a hand.
“Wait
here.” She gestured to the stone statues with the glowing eyes. “The guards
won’t let you through. Not yet. I’ll ask the mentor to grant you access.”
She
ran through the archway, dodged among the hovels, and vanished into the dome.
We
waited before the silent crowd, shuffling our tired feet and eyeing the guards.
Moments later, Kara reemerged, smiling and relieved. She turned sideways and
waved us through.
I
grasped Nathaniel’s hand, and together we stepped into this new world.
Then,
as we strolled through the gate of the city, basking in the glow, the wall of
light surrounding it shimmered one last time, rippled and winked out as if it
had never existed.
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Author
Bio and Links:
The
urge to write first struck when working on a newsletter at a youth encampment
in the woods of northern Maine. It may have been the night when lightning
flashed at sunset followed by northern lights rippling after dark. Or maybe it
was the newsletter's editor, a girl with eyes the color of the ocean. But he
was inspired to write about the blurry line between reality and the fantastic.
Using
two fingers and lots of white-out, he religiously typed five pages a day
throughout college and well into his twenties. Then life intervened. He paused
to raise two sons and pursue a career, in the process becoming a well-known
entrepreneur in the software industry, founding several successful companies.
When he found time again to daydream, the urge to write returned.
David
and his wife split their time between Cape Cod, Florida and anywhere else that
catches their fancy. He no longer limits himself to five pages a day and is
thankful every keystroke for the invention of the word processor.
I enjoyed following the tour and learning about The Stuff of Stars, sounds like a great book!
ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt! Thanks for a great blog tour :)
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