Savage Storm Epic Fantasy 99-cents for Kindle Enter Month of November
For the entirety of November 2023, I’ve reduced the price on Savage Storm: Rys Rising Book II to $0.99 in the Kindle store. This is a big discount because the ebook normally sells for $4.99.
A recent surge in Kindle downloads for Rys Rising: Book I inspired me to set a promotional price for the sequel Savage Storm.
Although I’ve written many novels, Savage Storm is dear to my heart. Writing it was a pleasure. I knew exactly how I wanted everything to play out and the chapters flew from my brain to the keyboard.
About Savage Storm
When Onja enthralls the savage Chatapaka people of the remote north and unleashes their brutal hordes upon vulnerable Nufalese settlements, the militia is overwhelmed. Cruce Chenomet and his comrades struggle to save the fleeing settlers. Cruce quickly loses hope but keeps his courage as he confronts the savage storm.
Excerpt From Savage Storm
Dacian and Onja masked their lifeforces with their magic as they entered the Jingten Valley. In silence they walked down the road. Mad energy was exploding from Jingten and warning them that cruel chaos reigned where they were about to assert their authority.
With the sun edging behind the mountains, dusk rushed into the forest like black-masked marauders. The breeze hushed among the tree boughs as the whole forest took profound note of the arriving rys.
Down the road, three tabre spurred their mounts that were already buoyed by endurance spells so that the horses could race up the pass with pitiless haste. Dacian and Onja ducked behind trees on opposite sides of the road. The tabre did not sense them. When the furious rumble of hooves was almost upon them, Onja stepped into the road and cast an attack spell. Her aggression matched her delight in catching the tabre utterly by surprise. She killed their horses and two of the tabre in a wide blast that left the deadwood on several pines flaming.
The third tabre was thrown from his horse and landed at the side of the road. Dacian jumped on his back. With a knee pressing on the tabre’s spine, Dacian twisted his arms back and leaned over his head.
“Tell the Grand Lumin if he visits Jingten, Dacian will extend to him the same hospitality he showed me,” Dacian said.
The tabre priest turned his head, trying to see the rys on his back. “Dacian?” he said. “It’s Benar. Why is this happening?”
Dacian had recognized the priest. Benar had never been especially rude, but he had been no friend either. And the tabre’s pathetic attempt at familiarity disgusted Dacian.
“Why is this happening?” Dacian repeated angrily. “Is this not part of the Kwellstan Sect’s grand plan for Jingten?”
“Dacian, help us. This is all because of the rys female, Onja. She has brought murder upon us all,” Benar blathered.
Dacian shoved the tabre’s face roughly into the road. Onja wove her way among the smoking bodies of tabre and horses and joined Dacian.
“He blames you for what is happening in Jingten,” Dacian informed her.
“I did not sow that field,” she said. “Let me kill him. I am ashamed that I did not get all three with one spell.”
“Dacian,” Benar whined as Dacian pressed his face harder.
Despite his cruel mood, Dacian chose to be merciful. “You are spared, Benar. Tell your kind to stay out of the Rysamand Mountains,” he said and released the tabre.
