Feast
of Chaos
Four
Feasts till Darkness
Book
Three
Christian
A. Brown
Genre:
Dark Fantasy/ Literary/ Romance
Publisher:
Forsythia Press
Date
of Publication: September 23rd, 2016
ISBN:
978-0994014429
ASIN:
B01M1ESQ3Y
Number
of pages: 698
Word
Count: 250K
Cover
Artist: Dane at Ebookcoverlaunch
Book
Description:
Menos
has been destroyed. No corner of the realm of Geadhain is safe from
the Black Queen’s hunger. Zionae—or the Great Dreamer, as she has
been called in ancient tongues—has a thirst that cannot be quenched
until all of Geadhain burns and bleeds. She preys on the minds of
weak men and exploits human folly for an unhuman end. She cannot be
defeated in her current state, but the answer to her downfall may lie
in the land of her past.
It
is with this aim that a Daughter of Fate, Morigan, and her brave and
true companions venture to the mysterious Pandemonia, the land of
chaos itself. Ancient secrets and even older power lurk in its swamps
and deserts. Life itself becomes uncertain, but the Hunters of Fate
have no choice: Pandemonia must give up its secrets if they want to
find the Black Queen’s weakness.
Elsewhere
in the realm, alliances form and break. Dead men rise and heroes
fall. Eod prepares for war. In hiding, Lila, the bearer of its
destruction, will be given a chance to atone and answer for her sins.
Will her actions save Eod, or has she damned it with her crimes?
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Excerpt:
Heathsholme
was quaint—Central Geadhain’s darling, as the locals proclaimed.
Looking down upon it, passengers on skycarriages were often struck by
the fact that the realm possessed the look of a joyfully made quilt.
Red-leafed orchards, yellow fields of flax and corn, patches of blue
brocade that were swimming pools and watering holes…all threaded
with brown branching roads. Sweet winds blew down from the North
year-round, bearing only cool and refreshing properties until winter
rose to claim the throne of seasons. When the North wind came, it
froze Heathsholme’s pools into skating circles and decorated the
large trees with grand chandeliers of ice. In the depths of that
season, the staunch apple trees finally died. Their fruits fell to
the ground and were collected. Their blossoms broke from their
branches and filled the air like flocks of migrating winter birds.
During this season, families came from the West, South, and East to
visit Heathsholme and enjoy great outdoor festivals of food, music,
mulled cider, and wine—for which the region was also famed.
Partly
on account of the season’s coolness, these celebrations happened
around great bonfires. At night, when the happily drunk howled at the
moon, a primal spirit took hold, and effigies of nameless spirits
were burned in the pyres. No one could remember why or how the
Vallistheim tradition had been born, only that it was a remnant of
the customs once imposed by Taroch. The ancient warlord had been
fascinated by the Northmen’s rites, and had introduced many of them
to Central Geadhain. Vallistheim—the winter festival—was believed
to bring bounty and luck in the New Year. Over time, polite society
had done away with many of the less pleasant sacrificial details to
make the ritual friendlier to outsiders. Now only one cow from each
of the barns and byres that rose on rings in the hilled highlands
around the heart of the township was cooked in a great feast, without
having been ritually slaughtered first.
In
the uncultivated grasses past the city proper and its farmlands, a
dedicated explorer could find the remains of crumbled churches that
had been built to honor the now vanished religion of Taroch’s
fancies. Runes that the sages had translated into such names as
Freyallah, Odric, and Helhayr were found chiseled in the mossy arches
of these grounds. These sites of an ancient religion were thought by
modern minds to be haunted or perhaps protected by the ancient
spirits or warriors mentioned in the stones. It was the sort of
refuge where a monster, fearful of being seen, could find sanctuary.
About
the Author:
Bestselling
author of the critically acclaimed Feast of Fates, Christian A. Brown
received a Kirkus star in 2014 for the first novel in his
genre-changing Four Feasts Till Darkness series. He has appeared on
Newstalk 1010, AM640, Daytime Rogers, and Get Bold Today with
LeGrande Green. He actively writes a blog about his mother’s
journey with cancer and on gender issues in the media. A lover of the
weird and wonderful, Brown considers himself an eccentric with a
talent for cat-whispering.
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