The Year We Lived – Tour Spotlight by Virginia Crow

Book Title: The Year We Lived

Author: Virginia Crow

Publication Date: 10th April 2021

Publisher: Crowvus

Page Length: approx. 118,000 words – approx. 350 pages

Genre: Historical Fiction

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(Blurb)

It is 1074, 8 years after the fateful Battle of Hastings. Lord Henry De Bois is determined to find the secret community of Robert, an Anglo-Saxon thane. Despite his fervour, all his attempts are met with failure.

When he captures Robert’s young sister, Edith, events are set in motion, affecting everyone involved. Edith is forced into a terrible world of cruelty and deceit, but finds friendship there too.

Will Robert ever learn why Henry hates him so much? Will Edith’s new-found friendships be enough to save her from De Bois? And who is the mysterious stranger in the reedbed who can disappear at will?

A gripping historical fiction with an astonishing twist!

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Virginia Crow

Virginia grew up in Orkney, using the breath-taking scenery to fuel her imagination and the writing fire within her. Her favourite genres to write are fantasy and historical fiction, sometimes mixing the two together such as her newly-published book “Caledon”. She enjoys swashbuckling stories such as the Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas and is still waiting for a screen adaption that lives up to the book!

When she’s not writing, Virginia is usually to be found teaching music, and obtained her MLitt in “History of the Highlands and Islands” last year. She believes wholeheartedly in the power of music, especially as a tool of inspiration. She also helps out with the John O’Groats Book Festival which is celebrating its 3rd year this April.

She now lives in the far flung corner of Scotland, soaking in inspiration from the rugged cliffs and miles of sandy beaches. She loves cheese, music and films, but hates mushrooms.

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Legend

(The Drenai Saga #1)

by David Gemmell

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He is DRUSS the Legend. His skill in battle has earned him a fearsome reputation throughout the world and the stories of his life are told everywhere. But the grizzled veteran has spurned a life of fame and fortune and has retreated to the solitude of his mountain lair to await his old enemy, Death.

Meanwhile, barbarian hordes of the Nadir are on the march, conquering all before them. All that stands before them and victory is the legendary six-walled fortress of the Drenai empire, Dros Delnoch. If the fortress falls, so do the Drenai. Druss reluctantly agrees to come out of retirement. But can even Druss live up to his own legends?

Held by many to be Gemmell’s most iconic work, the book is considered a classic in the heroic fantasy genre.

REVIEW

One must use caution when reviewing a book that is deemed to be a classic. What if the book doesn’t instill a 5 star fervor in the reader/reviewer? Would the reviewer then be seen as a boat rocking heathen; shunned, ostracized, mocked, and ridiculed? These thoughts were in my mind as I picked up Legend to begin reading it. It had been recommended to me by a few people, and I was familiar with the author’s Troy trilogy having read that many, many years ago, so I decided to ignore the doubts and plunged into this ‘classic’.

Let’s examine the items I feel should be evident in a ‘classic’

Entertaining – oh my, yes

Characters – so real that they leap off the page

Story/plot(s) – full of surprises…full of engaging dialogue…full of introspection…

I reckon, based on the evidence, that I’m in no danger of the mocking ridicule. 😁

It is indeed a ‘classic’. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Curse of Conchobar

by David Fitz-Gerald

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Washed ashore!

A young man is lost at sea and survives a terrifying ordeal on the open sea only to arrive in a new land with nothing but his memories.

His father abandoned him and left him with a curse. His mother gave him a name befitting a king, then died during childbirth. The monks of Skellig Michael raised him to be a pacifist and prepared him for life as a mason, not for the harsh realities of a fierce new world.

Conchobar is rescued by one village, captured by another, and becomes a pawn in their never-ending war. Banished by one, condemned by the other, he must become a warrior. In addition to the enemy villages, he must fight the curse that follows him wherever he goes. He discovers that he has the gift of telepathy. Will his extrasensory perceptions be enough to break the curse?

Conchobar must adapt or die. Evil surrounds him and there is no going back.

The Adirondack Spirit Series is an epic, multi-generational family saga, and it all starts with this ancient ancestor, Conchobar. Are supernatural tendencies hereditary? If you guessed yes, maybe you are descended from old souls too.

The year is AD 549. Start your Adirondack adventure with The Curse of Conchobar―A Prequel to the Adirondack Spirit Series.

REVIEW

A mystical tale of survival, and a search for meaning and truth begins with the wreck of an ill-fated fishing boat. Conchobar washes up somewhere along the coast of North America finding himself among warring tribes. A mason by trade, he trains to be a warrior, but is eventually banished because he is seen to be cursed, bringing death and pain to the tribe. This sojourn into the wilderness brings out his abilities to travel outside of his body, a mystical seer like quality. The author has crafted a story that not only touches upon the strength of the human spirit, but also allows the reader to be immersed in the pre-Columbus cultures of what would become the northern American colonies. Beautifully described, richly detailed, and replete with surprises, it is a tale of survival filled with poignant insights and sorrow as Conchobar discovers who he is in a land completely at odds with the rocky crag he lived on off the coast of Ireland; among people where feuding brutality was a way of life. Prepare yourself, my fellow readers, for an inspiring page turning story of life in early North America; a precursor to the tribal confederations to come. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

From the Ashes

(The Colosseum #1)

by Melissa Addey

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Rome, 80AD. A gigantic new amphitheatre is being built. The Emperor has plans for gladiatorial Games on a scale no-one has ever seen before. But the Games don’t just happen. They must be made. And Marcus, the man in charge of creating them, has just lost everything he held dear when Pompeii disappeared under the searing wrath of Vesuvius. Now it will fall to Althea, the slave woman who serves as his scribe, to ensure the Colosseum is inaugurated on time – and that Marcus makes his way out of the darkness that calls to him. 

REVIEW

I love Roman historical-fiction. So many eras, earth shaking events, godlike personalities, and stories for an author to choose from. From the Ashes takes place during the reign of Titus, and the inauguration of The Flavian Amphitheatre. As for earth shaking, Mt Vesuvius blows up covering the landscape in an ashen shroud, choking and burning all in it’s reach. The story revolves mainly around Marcus and Althea, not the usual godlike characters, but two individuals who rise above the tearful, paralyzing grief brought about by Vesuvius, while faced with the daunting task of keeping the Emperor pleased with his father’s legacy. Vividly described, their journey to get to and then through Pompeii in a hopeless search, is one of the more heartbreaking storylines in a tale full of emotional upsets. It would take a very strong, determined person to navigate the many challenges faced in this page turning tale. The author has created just such a character. Althea, accustomed to taking orders, becomes adept at handling situations where failure to succeed would produce dire consequences. Beset with her own sorrows, Althea digs deep into her being placing the doubts and worries aside. The tortuous path to complete the Amphitheatre is strewn with seemingly impossible to overcome obstacles…and that is what makes this book so entertaining, so enjoyable to read. I cannot wait for the second book in the series. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Sword of Rome

(Gaius Valerius Verrens #4)

by Douglas Jackson

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AD 68: The Emperor Nero’s erratic and bloody reign is in its death throes when Gaius Valerius Verrens is dispatched to Rome on a mission that will bring it to a close. With Nero dead, the city and the Empire hold their breath, pray for peace and await the arrival of his successor, Servius Sulpicius Galba, governor of Hispania.

But they pray in vain. Galba promises stability and prosperity, but his rule begins with a massacre and ends only months later in chaos and carnage. And so starts the Year of the Four Emperors: a time of civil war which will tear Rome apart and test Valerius’s skills and loyalties to their very limit.

Fortunate to survive Galba’s fall, Valerius is sent on a mission by Rome’s new Emperor, Otho, to persuade his old friend Vitellius to halt his armies, stop them marching in the north and therefore prevent inevitable confrontation and disruption.

In an epic adventure that will take him the length and breadth of a divided land, the one-armed Roman fights to stay alive and stave off a bloodbath as he is stalked by the most implacable enemy he has ever faced.

REVIEW

As this book as been read and reviewed by a substantial number of people, I am going to keep this short and sweet. A more compelling entry into the vast array of Roman historical fiction options we fortunate readers are blessed with I cannot imagine. The sheer number of conflicting emotions and choices Verrens faces propels this intense, exciting tale…and on top of all that there’s the reality TV show, Who Is Emperor Today? as the backdrop that creates all of those emotions and choices.

This is the 4th book in this series. At the time of this review, I have 5 more to go. That is something to look forward to. 5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

A Sword Among Ravens by Cynthia Ripley Miller – Tour Spotlight

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Book Title: A Sword Among Ravens

Series: The Long-Hair Saga

Author: Cynthia Ripley Miller

Publication Date: 9th December 2020

Publisher: BookLocker

Page Length: 267 Pages

Genre: Romantic Historical Mystery

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In a grave, on the edge of a Roman battlefield, an ancient sword has been discovered. Legend claims it belonged to King David of Israel and carries a curse—those who wield it will tragically die—but not the chosen.  

AD 455. Arria Felix and her husband, Garic the Frank, have safely delivered a sacred relic to Emperor Marcian in Constantinople. But now, Arria and Garic will accept a new mission. The emperor has asked them to carry the sword of King David of Israel to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem where Arria will dedicate it in her murdered father’s memory.

As Arria and Garic travel into the heart of the Holy Land, they face many challenges and dangers. Their young daughter is missing then found in the company of a strange and suspicious old monk. A brutal killer stalks their path. And a band of cold-blooded thieves is determined to steal the sword for their own gains. But when Arria confronts the question of where the sword should truly rest—old friendships, loyalties, and her duty are put to the test like never before. At every turn, Arria and Garic find themselves caught in a treacherous mission wrapped in mystery, murder, and A Sword Among Ravens.

A Sword Among Ravens / Cynthia Ripley Miller    

Excerpt from Chapter XI: Two Are Better Than One

AD 455: PALAESTINA, Jerusalem

HE

(Nemesis)

He sat alone. On the tree branch above him, a tribe of sparrows twittered. Their lush, rust-brown feathers and freedom struck him as beautiful. He often wished he could catch a bird and keep one. When he was a boy, he once held a she-dove. The tranquil bird cooed softly. He had contemplated the dove’s lucky existence but immediately felt sad. Soon his sorrow turned to envy. Anger filled him, and a sudden and powerful urge overcame him. What right did the dove have to be at peace—when as children, he and his younger brother were made slaves to a patch of farmland as fickle as the weather and the world around them? His father, mean and ornery, spending what little they had on drink. His broken mother, taking her husband’s beatings, letting him beat them. Why should anyone feel happy when his life reeked of misery? Twist the dove’s neck, shut her up, a voice whispered in his head. And Nemesis obeyed. Snap. An unexpected satisfaction glowed inside him. It had been so easy.

He met a girl when he grew older. She also had a beauty about her; she reminded him of the dove. Soft with milky skin, her hair smooth and fine. He first noticed her on one of his trips alone to market. She stood behind a table, filling a basket with apricots from a sack at her feet. As he pushed his cart laden with turnips and leeks past her family’s fruit stand, he stole a glance and was smitten. That was a glorious summer.

Each time he returned to the market, he would look for her and nod as he passed by. A pink flush on her cheeks, she always smiled back. After selling his produce, he’d stow his cart behind a stack of boxes, not far from her father’s stand. Hiding, he watched her, sometimes for hours—as he did the birds. Her fragile bones and glowing skin, the way she turned her head on a long, slender neck, her vulnerability and innocence all consumed him. He wanted to speak with her, hear the soft tones in her words.

But people and merchants surrounded and kept her from him. Bitterness found a pit in his stomach. His heart seethed in the hollow of his chest. Once, he followed the girl home and hid in a line of bushes near a window. When night settled, he peered through the lighted opening. Her parents and brothers sat around her with happy looks on their faces. Envy smoldered in him, and he hurried away. Here was not the time or place. He would wait and watch.

One sultry morning, when she tended the fruit stand alone, Nemesis stopped and spoke to her. He acted the customer and bought her figs—no point in being noticed. But when she placed the fruit in his basket, he whispered that she should meet him outside of town, later in the afternoon when most everyone rested.

She blushed, her eyes shining, and nodded her acceptance. She met him as planned, and he talked to her sweetly and held her hand. He told her he had a secret place with a view beautiful enough to melt a heart. Would she see it with him? She agreed, and he brought her to the tall juniper tree at the top of a ravine where a river ran below.

The day glimmered with light and heat. The sky reflected the blue in her eyes. He made a blanket of ferns cut with his knife from the bushes around them. They spread out like a willowy fan. “My lady?” he said, smiling, offering her a hand. She giggled and cooed, “My lord,” and wrapped his fingers in hers.

They sat, and he pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were warm and full, almost sweet to the taste, and she smelled of figs and brought him peace. She kissed him back.

But the memory of the dove rose in his mind.

His heart, a moment ago so full and open, snapped shut. Fear and desperation filled him. Nemesis grabbed the girl tighter. She squirmed against him, but he fought to hold her—to possess her and her tranquility. She twisted harder. Anger flashed through his body and throbbed at his temples. The voice inside whispered again. What right does this farmer’s daughter have to refuse you? He frowned. Why would she deny him a moment of joy found in his brutal world? A worldsunk in poverty and ruled by a cruel father.

A dark and primitive growl rose in his throat. The blood in his veins boiled. Nemesis desired the farmer’s daughter, and he would have her. This time, he’d be the strong one. Dominate, possess something of his own—even if only a girl. 

She clawed and fought against him. He grabbed her wrists and subdued her. The gentle dove cried out, but he pushed to his feet and pulled her fragile body with him. She almost struggled free, but he grabbed her from behind. Wrapping an arm around her neck, he locked her against his panting chest. A plaintive, agonized wail burst from her lips upward toward the sky.

He hesitated and took a breath. Resist! He thought. Stifle your anger—find mercy. Fight the voice inside. Let her fly away this time—and not die like the dove.

He dragged her to the edge of the cliff. As his arm grew tighter around her neck, she choked. He thought he heard her gasp, “Noooo . . .” It didn’t matter. Her savior, he lifted her like an offering, and with all his strength, he tossed her into the air. Nemesis waited for her to soar upward and glide on the wind. Instead, she plummeted downward like a wounded bird. Her arms stroked the air, her long, brown tresses rippled behind her. He turned away.

In a few seconds, a splash vibrated on the breeze. He kicked at the ferns, destroying their nest. A brooding disappointment welling in him, he walked back toward town. He had lost another dove.

About the Author

Cynthia Ripley Miller is a first generation Italian-American writer with a love for history, languages, and books. She has lived in Europe and traveled world-wide, holds two degrees, and taught history and English. Her short fiction has appeared in the anthology Summer Tapestry, at Orchard Press Mysteries.com,and The Scriptor. She is a Chanticleer International Chatelaine Award finalist with awards from Circle of Books-Rings of Honor and The Coffee Pot Book Club. She has reviewed for UNRV Roman History, and blogs at Historical Happenings and Oddities: A Distant Focus and on her website, www.cynthiaripleymiller.com

Cynthia is the author of On the Edge of Sunrise, The Quest for the Crown of Thorns, and A Sword Among Ravens, books 1-3 in her Long-Hair Saga series set in Late Ancient Rome, France, and Jerusalem. Cynthia lives outside of Chicago with her family, along with a cute but bossy cat.

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The Heron

by Jean M. Roberts

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The past calls to those who dare to listen…
An invitation arrives; Abbey Coote, Professor of American Studies, has won an extended stay in an historic B&B, Pine Tree House. The timing is perfect. Abbey is recovering from an accident which left her abusive boyfriend dead and her with little memory of the event.
But her idyllic respite soon takes a terrifying turn. While exploring the house, Abbey comes face to face with Mary Foss, a woman dead for 350 years. Through a time/mind interface, Abbey experiences the horrors of Mary’s life, living at the edge of the civilized world in the 1690’s New England.
As Abbey faces her worst fears, she struggles to free them both from the past.

REVIEW

Let me start by saying thanks to the author for inviting me to read this marvelous story. The dual timeline drew me in, and left me in awe of the descriptive ability the author provides. Not only the amiable, historic, current day events and locales, but the eye opening detail of life in a beautiful, but savage wilderness in the late 17th century, It is a tale that incorporates a series of supernatural events that allows the past to be viewed by the protagonists in the present. As the book progresses we learn more of the brutal existence of a woman trapped by the societal norms of male and religious domination. It is also a tale of two tragic loves, and of the search for healing. I really enjoyed the steady flow of the book. Well it steadily gets a little more dramatic with each chapter, and compels the reader to keep on going. Great characters, an imaginative narrative full of surprises, and wonderfully crafted imagery, The Heron is a page turning delight. 5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Masters of Rome

(Rise of Emperors #2)

by Simon TurneyGordon Doherty

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Their rivalry will change the world forever.
As competition for the imperial throne intensifies, Constantine and Maxentius realise their childhood friendship cannot last. Each man struggles to control their respective quadrant of empire, battered by currents of politics, religion and personal tragedy, threatened by barbarian forces and enemies within.

With their positions becoming at once stronger and more troubled, the strained threads of their friendship begin to unravel. Unfortunate words and misunderstandings finally sever their ties, leaving them as bitter opponents in the greatest game of all, with the throne of Rome the prize.

It is a matter that can only be settled by outright war

An Excerpt

Constantine

Land of the Seven Mountains, east of the Rhenus, 1St December 308 AD

The greatest affront happened at the imperial river city of Carnuntum. That day, in those marbled halls, the Lords of the Tetrarchy assumed they could strip me of my station. I had rebuffed their attempts and let them know in no uncertain terms that I was Constantine and I would remain Augustus of the West, heir to my father’s realm. A mere month had passed since that grand congress and my stubborn refusal. I must admit it had fired my pride to assert myself so and witness them gasping in ire. Yet what might those curs think were they to see me now: crouched in the musty ferns of a Germanian hillside nook like an outlaw, my bear pelt and black leather cuirass blending into the earthy hillside like my dirt-streaked face in the half-light of this sullen winter’s day?

A few shafts of watery sunlight penetrated the sea of freezing mist around me, illuminating the semi-frozen hillside: strewn with a frosty carpet of leaves, dotted with dark green spruce and skeletal brown larch. The valley floor below – the one clear path through these roughs – was carpeted with bracken. The cold gnawed on my skin and stung my nostrils, but not so much as to mask that ubiquitous musty stink of the Germanian woods. Hardy ravens cawed somewhere in the skies above the sea of mist, as if to remind me just how far I was from home, yet all down here was still and silent… eerily silent. Then the sudden, hollow drumming of an unseen woodpecker nearby sent an invisible lance of ice through my breast. With a puff of breath I cursed the winged menace, as if it were scouting for the enemy who had drawn me out here.

The Bructeri – one of the many tribes in the Frankish confederation – were on the move. Coming this way to cross the Rhenus and pour once more into Gaul… my realm. I only had myself to blame, for early last year I had put two of their many kings to death in Treverorum’s arena. Yes, it was in the name of vengeance that the tribes had mobilised. But now, of all times? Marching to war in the grip of winter? I seethed. And you wonder why we Romans call you barbarians!

I could not ignore the tribal threat, yet equally I could ill afford to be here. For back across the river and all over imperial lands, the hearsay and consequences of Carnuntum were already spreading like a plague. A chatter rose within my mind, each voice urgent and shrill, like hooks being dragged through my head, all demanding attention…

I closed my eyes and pressed the tip of my forefinger to my thumb. I fought at first to steady my angry breath. Soon, it slowed. The only noise now was that of gentle birdsong somewhere beyond the hills, and the distant gurgle of the Rhenus. I unlocked a precious vault of distant memories then; of Mother coddling me as a boy. Of Minervina, my sweet wife for precious few years before she had died in childbirth. The two people in my life with whom I had known complete peace. No, I corrected myself, for there was a third. His face ranged alongside those of the other two: Maxentius.

I thought of times long gone: the boyhood days when first he and I had met at Treverorum; Maxentius’ wedding celebrations at Sirmium – eventful to say the least; our paths crossing in Antioch and again in Nicomedia where our families spent a whole spring and summer as one. Golden times. Gone now… like our friendship. My eyes peeled open, a sour taste rising from the back of my throat.

Maxentius, I mouthed, bitterly this time. These days, there remained only two strands of commonality between us: our estrangement from the Tetrarchy – me as the ‘False Augustus’ and him declared as an outright enemy of Rome – and our will to each make the West our own. Yet it was duly mine. How could the man who had once been like a brother to me stubbornly believe it was his? How?!

An animal howl penetrated the fog from somewhere down on the bracken-strewn path: lasting, guttural and untamed, my thoughts scattering like birds.

REVIEW

It’s a struggle between two titans, my fellow readers, an extraordinary battle of epic proportions with only one winner. From chapter to chapter the battle intensifies, as each reacts in a manner similar to “I see what you did there, and I’m going to up the intensity. And of course there’s also the thing between Constantine and Maxentius. (editor’s note – I notice an attempt at humor there – or, maybe there is a growing irreconcilable chasm of envy, and the craving for creative superiority amongst our dynamic writing duo. You can imagine the verbal exchange at one of their ale filled get togethers – Gordon to Simon “Wow, that last bit you wrote really stunk. Did you write that with a used sponge on a stick?” Simon to Gordon “Better than that haggis induced flatulence you just created, you blue painted heathen.” ) Regardless of the veracity of this mano a mano writer’s tiff, the outcome of the collaboration, which is the most important part to us, is simply magnificent. The buildup of the enmity between Constantine and Maxentius, the shattering of their personal lives, the supplanting of the old gods, the constant threats from the East…man oh man there’s a lot going on in a three year period. Emotions so raw, so compelling that they leap off the page, pulling the reader into the ongoing internal and external struggles faced by the competitors for mastery of Rome. I love the way the authors have had the protagonists misconstrue the actions and motives of each other, and even given the chance to see past the misunderstandings….well, you’ll have to see for yourself how that works out. 😊 As will we all, though now we wait for our dueling authors to produce the last piece of the puzzle; the inevitable outcome, the winner. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

About the authors

Simon Turney is the author of the Marius’ Mules and Praetorian series, as well as The Damned Emperor series for Orion and Tales of the Empire series for Canelo. He is based in Yorkshire.

Gordon Doherty is the author of the Legionary and Strategos series, and wrote the Assassin’s Creed tie-in novel Odyssey. He is based in Scotland.

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The Sky Worshipers

by F.M. Deemyad

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In the year 1398 A.D., Lady Goharshad and her husband, King Shahrokh, come across an ancient manuscript in the ruins of Karakorum, the Mongol capital. The manuscript chronicles the era of Mongol invasions with entries by three princesses from China, Persia, and Poland who are captured and brought to the Mongol court.

After being stolen from her family at the Tangut Emperor’s coronation, Princess Chaka, the Emperor’s youngest daughter is left with no choice but to marry Genghis Khan. Thus, the Tangut join Genghis as allies. She is the first to secretly chronicle the historical events of her time, and in doing so she has the help of an African eunuch by the name of Baako who brings her news from the war front.

Princess Reyhan is the witty granddaughter of the last Seljuk King in Persia. She is kidnapped by Ogodei, Genghis’s son and heir, who falls in love with her. The romance does not last long, however, since a Mongol beauty wins Ogodei’s heart, and Reyhan is sidelined. Reyhan continues the tradition of recording the events in secret, turning her entries into tales.

During the Mongol invasion of Poland and Hungary, Princess Krisztina, niece to Henry the Pious, is taken as a prisoner of war by the Mongols. Reyhan learns about Krisztina’s predicament through Baako and asks Hulagu, Genghis’s grandson, to help free her. Krisztina has a difficult time adjusting to life in Mongolia, and at one point she attempts to run away but is unsuccessful. When the child she is bearing is stillborn, the Mongol court shuns her. She is able to return to her homeland in old age but comes back to Karakorum and writes her final entry in the journal.

Through beautiful language and powerful storytelling, this fact-based historical novel lays bare the once far-reaching and uncompromising Mongol empire. It shows readers the hidden perspectives of the captive, conquered, and voiceless. It brings to light the tremendous but forgotten influence of Genghis Khan and his progeny, while asking readers to reconsider the destruction and suffering of the past on which the future is built.

REVIEW

A most interesting tale of the Mongol empire; not just the conquering, not just the brutality, but a look into the culture that bred such a mindset of war and conquest. What makes it even more interesting is that we’re seeing it through the lives of three amazing women; captives of the Khan’s, and subjected to a complete immersion in what to them was an alien world. The author brings to life the daily trials they faced; the loneliness; the relentless fact that there was no way to alter their fates. Each of them finding some solace, some sense of purpose as they compile a history of the Mongol people. It is there that they bare their souls while preserving a bit of literacy among a mostly illiterate people. I was kept entranced by the author’s varied styles of the three secretive journals; adding points of view of the cultures they came from while chronicling the expansion of the Mongol Empire. A page turning tale of an earth shattering time under the endless sky. 4 ⭐⭐⭐⭐

About the Author

F.M. Deemyad was born in Kermanshah, Iran. She grew up in the capital, Tehran, attending bilingual schools run by Christian and Jewish minorities. Her father, born and raised in India, had come to Iran when he was in his late twenties. Being the son of a linguist who had taught English Literature in India for a number of years, he exposed the author in her preschool years to the English language, and she learned to love classic literature under her father’s instructions. She received her Master’s degree in Writing from Johns Hopkins University in 2016. She currently resides with her husband in Maryland.

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Praise

“The author’s in-depth research is evident throughout The Sky Worshippers. For readers who enjoy a lush blend of historical fact and fiction, this novel details the smells, sights, sounds of a pivotal era in time, uniquely told through the eyes of three captive princesses.” – Gina Wilkinson author of When the Apricots Bloom

“F.M. Deemyad immerses the reader into the 13th Century world of Genghis Khan. It’s an unforgettable story of survival and strong women as we experience life through the eyes of the conquered-and the conquerors. In The Sky Worshipers, history comes vividly alive.” – John DeDakis, Novelist, Writing Coach, and former Senior Copy Editor for CNN’s “The Situation Room with Wolf Blitzer”, www.JohnDeDakis.com

“In this stunning saga, F. M. Deemyad takes us on a thrilling journey as Genghis Khan and his sons sweep across Asia and Europe, worshiping the sky while they conquer one nation after another and capture women to enslave and marry. The women’s stories, rich with architectural, historical and cultural detail, hold an important message for all of us who have inherited privileges as the result of our ancestor’s atrocities. A great read and a phenomenal debut!” – Raima Larter, Author of Fearless and Belle o’ the Waters

“The Sky Worshipers by F.M. Deemyad draws us into Genghis Khan’s conquests through the eyes of three women ripped from their homes and thrust into royal service. This lyrical novel is a vivid imagining of hearts and minds of women who left their marks on history, despite history’s failure to acknowledge their contributions. It allows us to connect with timeless striving for a world of compassion, equal opportunity, and celebration of diversity. A beautiful novel.” – Lisa L. Leibow, J.D., Co-Founder, Board President, Chief Operating Officer, The Scheherazade Project

“An illuminating telling of Mongol conquest and the people who lived-and died-making decisions that shaped half the world. The broad strokes of time are revealed through the perspectives of single bristles of the brush. Cleverly imagined and carefully rendered, The Sky Worshipers is an engaging, personal look at one of history’s momentous eras.” – Zach Powers, author of First Cosmic Velocity

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The Last Crusade

(Knights Templar #6)

by S.J.A. Turney

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BLURB

As Arnau and his battle-weary Templars head home from battle, they face a new, insidious challenge: one seemingly from within the Order of the Temple itself.

Word reaches them that the stronghold of Rourell is under the command of a new preceptor, but why?

Surrounded by old friends, Arnau must now face enemies of his past, and present. This time the rot goes deep – and high. From gilded palace libraries to blood-soaked sieges, this is a fight that will test him like never before…

REVIEW

I suppose that the Knights Templar coming to an end can be seen, from a certain point of view, to be a good thing. For certainly this will allow the author to concentrate solely on Praetorian and Marius Mules, the other two excellent series that have not come to a final conclusion. But, then again Simon is probably cogitating on three new projects, which seen from a certain point of view is also a good thing. Now, as to The Last Crusade, I can safely assure my fellow legion of Turneyites that it is a more than worthy final act. In this tale we find Arnau fighting uphill battle after uphill battle against forces so evil, so contrary to the Templar world; a world that seems to be crumbling before his eyes. Only his faith, a sorely tested faith, can see him through situations he could never have imagined against enemies that should never have been his foes. Sorry to see it end, but Knights Templar has been a joy to read. 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐