September 10th: Servant of the Crown by Melissa McShane at Brooke Blogs - Exclusive Excerpt
September 11th: The Frey Saga by Melissa Wright at Beck Valley Books - Exclusive Excerpt & Sneak Peek for book four
September 13th: Grand Finale
This collection includes The Frey Saga Book I: Frey, Book II: Pieces of Eight, the short story Molly, and Book III: Rise of the Seven
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Unaware she's been bound from using magic, Frey leads a small, miserable life in the village where she's sent after the death of her mother. But a tiny spark starts a fury of changes and she finds herself running from everything she's ever known. Hunted by council for practicing dark magic, she is certain she's been wrongfully accused. She flees, and is forced to rely on strangers for protection. But the farther she strays from home, the more her magic and forgotten memories return and she begins to suspect all is not as it seems.
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Exclusive Excerpt from book I, Frey:
I woke
gasping from another dream of my mother and destruction. The rain had stopped,
and the sun was rising, so I wiped the sweat from my brow and went to the hall
pitcher to splash my face. The dark roots of my hair were stark in the mirror’s
reflection, and I recalled the dream. The memories of my mother were fuzzy, but
I’d always thought she’d had light hair, beautiful and golden like Junnie’s. In
the dreams, it was black… as black as the roots of my hair were now.
I stood
there for a long moment, staring at the darkness, and then spun as I made
another stupid, rash decision. Slinking past Fannie’s room, I headed for her
makeshift vault. She kept all the things I wasn’t allowed to touch in that room;
it was supposed to be off limits. Not that I’d bothered trying much, because
there was a large flat stone—covering where it hid in the floor—that I’d never
been able to move. But that was before.
I wasn’t
sure how the magic had worked with the bird, but I knew it had, so I dropped to
my knees, held my hands above the stone, and closed my eyes, concentrating with
everything I had. Nothing happened right away, and my mind wandered a bit with
thoughts of what might be inside, how I wanted to see and needed to touch my
family heirlooms. The things that belonged to my mother.
The stone
lid scraped across the floor as it shifted.
It didn’t
go far, but I hadn’t needed much. I reached down and drew out a small leather
pouch, its bronzed decorations weathered and worn. I laid it aside, reaching
back in. My fingers closed around a tube, probably a scroll case. I had started
to take it out when I heard the wheezing growl behind me. I froze.
The stream
of profanities that followed was long and harsh; part sounded like it was in
another tongue. I released the tube and turned slowly toward Fannie. She was
livid, red-faced and shaking. She stepped toward me, and I slid the pouch that
lay against my leg behind my sash. She didn’t seem to notice.
The blow
was quick, and I hadn’t seen it coming. My head turned with the contact,
whipping back toward her before I had a chance to rein in the shock and anger.
Fannie’s eyes lit with anticipation. Like she wanted me to fight back.
I had
never even talked back to Fannie. I didn’t have the size to fight her, let
alone the magic. And she was conniving. When I’d first come to live with her
she had sent me to Council repeatedly, complaining of my behavior. I had
undergone hours of “evaluations” under the scrutiny of Council members. Exams
and trials and endless questions. Black blots on parchment that made abstract
shapes. “What do you see, Elfreda?” I knew what they wanted to hear—butterfly
and flower species. But I was so resentful toward Fannie for putting me there,
I usually saw a black blob of death consuming her. “A Monarch,” I’d say.
She looked
beyond me at the few inches of open floor, and I took the opportunity to bolt
past her down the hall, straight out the door at full speed. I ran from the
house, ignoring the paths; other elves would be no help to me. I kept running
until I was certain she wasn’t coming, and then I collapsed at the edge of a
meadow, breathless. I dropped my face into my hands, and might have wept if I’d
not been so fueled by fear and adrenaline.
“Freya?” a
soft voice asked.
I looked
up, startled. Chevelle stood just in front of me. He dropped to his knees and
reached out to touch the mark across my cheek. Shame flooded me, and I turned
my head to hide the evidence, but his hand cradled the side of my face.
Book II: Pieces of Eight
After revealing her own dark past, Frey is forced to join with a group of strangers whose pasts seem to intertwine with her own. She struggles to regain her memories, her full power, only to find there is more danger on the other side. And now, there is no turning back.
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Molly dreamed her whole life of living in a world of magic... until the day she walked into one. This short story falls between The Frey Saga Book Two: Pieces of Eight and the third book, Rise of The Seven.
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As Frey works to regain control of the North, a small silver dagger nearly brings her end. She raises her guard and proves her abilities, but another attempt on her life, from what appears to be fey, reveals not all are pleased with her return. If she could only figure out the force behind the attacks, she might be able to relax enough to decide what to do about her other problem... Chevelle.
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And now for an exclusive sneak peek of book IV, Venom and Steel:
The library was chaos. Books and pages, precious scrolls and ancient
casting ledgers strewn over the wood plank floor. I’d never seen this room
molested by their madness and the shock of it had me stumbling to a standstill.
They had lost all regard for it, broken their own rules. They were a wild
people, but they did have at least some barriers.
If there was one thing the fey respected, it was knowledge.
Fire lit the stone before me, orange spikes of heat that licked at
my boots. There was ice behind me, and the peal of Grey’s blade. Smoke and the
stench of sulfur filled the room, mingling with burned flesh, singed hair, and
the sweetness of ripe summer fruit. Something sticky dripped from the ceiling
to land on my arm, but I didn’t look up. I didn’t move. All I could see was
Steed’s prone form on the shattered bits of wood that was once a mahogany
table. A high fey stood before him, his liquid gold eyes shining in challenge
as they met mine.About the Author
Melissa Wright is the author of the Frey Saga and Descendants Series. She is currently working on the next book, but when not writing can be found collecting the things she loves at Goodreads and Pinterest.
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