
Author: Tammy Farrell
Series: The Dia Chronicles
Genre: NA Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Jan 28 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Paperback\
Blurb/Synopsis:
The world has long forgotten them, but their descendants
live on, not wholly mortal or god, but something in between…
At the dawn of the sixth century, in the aftermath of her
mother’s brutal execution, Mara Black is forced to flee the only life she has
ever known.
Mara can tell she’s different, but isn't sure why. After she
encounters two mysterious strangers, she discovers her secret is but a drop in
an ocean of many. She is a Dia, a descendant of ancient gods, and her mother
sacrificed herself to protect Mara from their past.
Summoned by an uncle she didn't know existed, Mara thinks
she’s found the family she’s always wanted, and Corbin, a love she never
thought possible. But not everything is as it seems. Her uncle has other
motives for protecting her, and her mentor, Malcolm, becomes so jealous, he’ll
do anything to get what he wants.
When tragedy strikes, and the true darkness among them comes
to light, Mara discovers that sometimes love can give you everything, and
obsession can take it all away. With her powers gone, and destiny calling, she
has to look deep within to find the courage to save herself. Mara, along with
Corbin and her newfound family, must fight to get back what was taken, or die
trying.
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Corbin remained still and listened. “I can hear a heartbeat.
A mortal heart.” They were too close to Valenia for any human to be near. He
drew his sword. “There are men ahead of us.” As Corbin said this, ten armed men
emerged in a rush from the surrounding thicket of brush and trees. Corbin
stepped back to shield Mara and Isa while the men surrounded them. They wore
their tunics over chainmail, suited for a battle, and the crest in the center
was that of the soldiers of Moorthrop. Corbin summoned his Light, causing the
sword to glow an icy blue. He could have used fire on them, but the sword could
kill more than one man at a time. A few of the soldiers jumped back when they
saw the glowing weapon, but none of them ran.
“Keep Isa protected, and when there’s an opening, run
towards Valenia,” he whispered to Mara.
She nodded, and her eyes grew wide with distress.
Corbin remained near the girls and struck the first blow to
the very unwise soldier standing closest to him. He knocked the sword from the
soldier’s hands and plunged his own blade into the man’s sternum. There was
little effort in this for Corbin, but the danger of killing the rest while
protecting Mara and Isa posed a challenge. Corbin circled the girls when the
remaining nine soldiers closed in on them, bringing his sword down on whichever
man was brave enough to step forward. There was no trading blows between Corbin
and the soldiers as he meticulously deflected their attacks and sent them
tumbling in blood to the ground. Corbin felt a warmth behind him as he eyed the
last standing soldier. He looked back to see Mara with a green ball of fire in
her hand. She propelled the sphere of fire at the soldier, hitting him directly
in the chest. His body flew so far back, he disappeared into the trees.
“Good work,” Corbin said, not letting his guard down just
yet.
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