Wednesday, October 9, 2013

BLog Tour with Giveaway: EYE OF THE SOUL by Terri Rochenski

Super excited today to bring you another hot off the presses, AMAZING young adult fantasy,
EYE OF THE SOUL, the first in the POOL OF SOULS SERIES!!!
YAY!!!  **happy dance**


Now due to this crazy-sauce move situation I've got going on, I'm only about halfway thru,
but man is this book killer!!!  So, review to come, but I'm thinking a solid 5 stars is likely ;)

So let me introduce ya to the book......


Eye of the Soul (Pool of Souls #1)

by Terri Rochenski 

Escape.

That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.

Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.

Or so she believes.

Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.

Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.

Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.

Forever.


Here's a sneak peek for you:


Cursing her arthritic fingers, Miri squeezed out a rag and draped it over the human man’s hot forehead.
“I’ve seen a lot more harvests than you, old goat,” she muttered, lifting his eyelids. “I’m thinking you’ll never catch up either. Doubt you last another half-moon’s phase.”
Miri pushed to her feet and stretched her hunched back. A heavy sigh slipped past her wrinkled lips as she glanced around the sick house. Keeping the night watch wasn’t too bad—she’d volunteered often since her old bones wouldn’t allow much sleep.
“Joints wasted, hearing all but gone …” Miri yanked on the long white braid lying over her shoulder. “I’m the old goat.”
She shuffled down the aisle, woolen kirtle swishing in the silence. A cool, autumn breeze rustled the crimson leaves of the magnolia and palm fronds overhead, drawing her gaze upward. Violet streaks lit the pre-dawn sky.A dog barked, yipped, and fell silent.
Miri peered across the village green to the thatched buildings beyond. A shadow passed between two cottages. Another three hurried toward the neighboring dwelling.
“Sight fading or my mind, too?” Miri rubbed her watery eyes, blinked, and leaned forward. Light flickered through the palm trees behind the outlying homes.
Torches?
The flames drew closer, weaving between the trunks.
Humans from the mainland? Miri’s hand clutched at her throat. Soldiers. Fadir have mercy.
The men crept through the village, taking up positions at every doorway. Two brutes, more horse-like in size than human, approached the sick house.
Sputtering torch held high, the first strode forward, dark eyes intent upon Miri. A green surcoat covered broad shoulders and fell to his thighs. The golden wheat sheaf of the city of Varosh adorned his chest.
Cold sweat beaded upon Miri’s brow. Breath burst from her lungs, and she moved back, clutching the door jam.
The second soldier stepped closer, chains and shackles clanking in his hand. He stopped two paces away from Miri, and a smile stretched his stubbled cheeks, revealing rotted teeth. “Good morning pointy-ears.”
Miri stared, heartbeat thundering in her ears. She’d been called worse in her eighty-three birth passings but never with such malice.
A single cry rang out across the village, and doors crashed inward. Screams rent the air.
“Don’t fight Native woman,” rotten-teeth sneered, shackles outstretched.
“W-why?” Miri whispered, taking a step backward.
A scowl narrowed his gaze, and his fist shot forward.
Bursts of light and pain exploded through Miri as she crumpled to the floor.
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Miri’s people huddled on the village green as fall’s pale sun crested the trees. Cold metal had been clasped around their necks and ankles. Many trembled in the cool air, little more than night clothes covering their nakedness. Miri held to her braid with a white-knuckled grip, her head and its egg-sized bump throbbing in time with her pulse.

A handful of other battered Natives who had attempted flight were the last to join them, the soldiers tossing them forward like sacks of potatoes.

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Let's get to know our awesomesauce author, Terri Rochenski:

Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with the fantasy genre.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her two young daughters allow. When not potty training or kissing boo-boos, she can be found on her back patio in the boondocks of New Hampshire, book or pencil in hand.




Here's a guest post from Terri :)

Top Ten Author Moments
For this list I’m going back to the very beginning and counting down to my current #1.
10  When I found out a new friend of mine wrote under her maiden name – Anne Tyler. The first moment came, when in fear and trembling I asked if she would take a look at something I’d written. Being the sweetheart she is, Ms. Tyler agreed, read it, edited it, and wrote letters of introduction – to Donald Maass even. That manuscript still sits on my hard drive awaiting a major rework now that I’ve learned & gained a ton of wisdom since those long-ago days.
9  When Anne Tyler signed her newest release, ‘To Terri – in the firm belief you will one day be signing a book for me.’
8  Getting my first flash fiction piece, An Infinite Snare, published in a little ezine.
7  Meeting my Pen Sisters on Scribophile. It’s because of these lovely ladies that my writing abilities have grown. Best of all? I’ve made worldwide friends for life.
6  Through those Pen Sisters I heard of an anthology call by J. Taylor Publishing based on a picture prompt which would become the book’s cover. The first short story I ever wrote was accepted for the Make Believe Anthology and released on Dec. 3, 2012.
5  Through those same lovies I heard that Still Moments Publishing (since closed) had anthology calls a few times a year. The second short story I attempted, Beginning of Forever, was accepted for their Christmas Magic Anthology which released on Dec. 4, 2012.
4  My editor at JTP heard I had a 2-book series titled Pool of Souls and asked to take a look at it.  o_O  MAJOR nail biter!
3  Sadly, Still Moments closed their doors, but one of my favorite ladies in the company went on to accept an editors position with The Wild Rose Press, taking along another of my short stories, Alone No More. I contracted it as a stand alone.
2  Contracting my Pool of Souls series with JTP, and the entire process I’ve been with them through this point. Incredibly professional and helpful, JTP has wonderful editors, a marketing director, and fellow authors. I HIGHLY recommend them!!
1 Dedicating my debut novel to Anne Tyler.

At the time of writing this tens list, I haven’t yet held a hard copy of Eye of the Soul in my hands. I’m sure that moment will top all those listed.
Now it's giveaway time!  Yippeeeeee!!!!

2 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for hosting me today Danielle!

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  2. Those are some great author moments, Terri. And I'm sure you've got many more and even greater moments to come!

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