Feast
of Fates
Four
Feasts Till Darkness
Book
One
Christian
A. Brown
Genre:
Fantasy Romance
Date
of Publication: September 9, 2014
ISBN:
978-1495907586
Number
of pages: 540
Word
Count: 212K
Book
Description:
"Love
is what binds us in brotherhood, blinds us from hate, and makes us
soar with desire.”
Morigan
lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named
Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly
mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long
buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to
understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague
her--visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the
Immortal Kings who rules the land.
With
Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon
realize that this young woman could hold the key to their
destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and
she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.
Book
Trailer: http://youtu.be/8E_RVXgpqB8
Excerpts
Feast
of Fates, Excerpt #1
Morigan
took the bracelet.
“I accept your
offering.” The Wolf’s face lit and she thought that he would leap
at her. “Yet first, I have a request.”
“Anything, my
Fawn.”
“I would like to
see…what you are. The second body that shares your soul. Show me
your fangs and claws,” she commanded.
Perhaps it was the
steadiness of her voice, how she ordered him to bare himself as if he
belonged to her that made the Wolf’s heart roar to comply. He did
not shed his skin but for the whitest moons of the year, and even
then, so far from the city and never in front of another. In a sense,
he was as much a virgin as she. With an unaccustomed shyness, he
found himself undressing before the Fawn, confused for a speck as to
who was the hunter. The flare of her nostrils, the intensity of her
stare that ate at him for once.
I
have chosen well for a mate. She is as much a Wolf as I, he
thought, kicking off his boots and then shimmying his pants down to
join the rest of his clothing. No bashful maiden was Morigan, and she
did not look away from his nakedness, but appreciated what she saw:
every rough, hairy, huge bit of him.
He howled and fell
to all fours. Bones shifted and snapped, rearranging under his skin
like skeletal gears. From his head, chest and loins, the soft black
hair thickened and spread over his twisting flesh. His heaving became
guttural and sloppy, and when he tossed his head up in a throe of
agony or pleasure, his beard had coated his face, and she noticed
nothing but white daggers of teeth. Wondrously Morigan witnessed the
transformation, watched him swell with twice the muscle he had
possessed as a man, saw his hands and feet shag over with fur and
split the soil with black claws. Another howl and a final
gristle-crunching shudder (his hindquarters snapping into place, she
thought) signified the end of the change.
Her dreams did not
do Caenith justice. Here was a beast twice the size of a mare with
jaws that could swallow her to the waist. Here was a monster that had
stalked and ruled the Untamed. A lord of fang and claw. The birds and
weaker animals vanished, knowing a deadly might was near. Around her,
the Wolf paced; making the ground tremble with power; ravishing her
with his cold gray gaze; huffing and blasting her with his forceful
breaths. While the scent of his musk was choking, it was undeniably
Caenith’s, if rawer and unwashed.
Morigan was not
afraid, and was flushed with heat and shaking as she slipped the
bracelet on and knelt. She did not flinch as the Wolf lay behind and
about her like a great snuffling rug and placed his boulder of a head
in her lap. No, she stroked his long ears and his wrinkled snout. A
maiden and her Wolf. Soon the birds returned, sensing this peace and
chirping in praise of it. And neither Morigan nor the Wolf could
recall a time—if ever there was one—where they had felt so
complete.
About
the Author
Christian
A. Brown has written creatively since the age of six. After spending
most of his career in the health and fitness industry, Brown quit his
job to care for his mother when she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins
lymphoma in 2010.
Having
dabbled with the novel that would eventually become Feast of Fates
for over a decade, Brown was finally able to finish the project. His
mother, who was able to read a beginning version of the novel before
she passed away, has since imbued the story with deeper sentiments of
loss, love, and meaning. He is proud to now share the finished
product with the world.
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