Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
Today I'm offering snippets from my newest release The Ivory Road: A Walk in the Sand, an action/adventure sci-fi/fantasy with romantic elements, and Book 1 in the The Ivory Road serial. Iliana Rory is still trying to figure out if she's imagining things. And worse, now she has to deal with a sarcastic, talking horse. If you'd like to read the snippet before this, click HERE.
“I must have lost my mind.”
“Not in the least.” The horse sounded amused as he carried her toward the top of a dune. “I think you just need to expand your perspective. ‘There is more to heaven and earth than is dreamt of in your philosophy,’ Iliana.”
She snorted. “Did you just quote Shakespeare to me?”
“The Bard is famous in all the worlds I know because he understood there are different universes and dimensions.” The horse grunted as the dune steepened. “This one is different enough to allow for talking horses, but similar enough to keep the same planet name.”
“A different dimension.” Iliana rubbed her face again. “Come on, where are we, the Twilight Zone? This only happens in stories, but reality is quite different. First of all, how did I get here? And who is Kyra? Why does Crowe think I'm her?”
“You must have been in the right place at the right time when the dimensions shifted.”
“Yes. When they shift, they rub against each other a little like sandpaper, and can wear a hole in each other. At least enough to let beings sift through.” The horse nodded his head as he climbed. “As for Kyra, do you recall the body we passed earlier?”
“Yeah.” She swallowed against the cold feeling in her stomach. “Why?”
“That was the person Crowe talked about.”
“But the body looked male. It was a dead guy, right?”
“Yes, his name was Kyram Tortenson.”
“Then why did Crowe say he was looking for a woman if that was Kyra?”
“Because Kyram never pronounced the “M” on the end of his name, never grew a beard, and had effeminate airs. He also never corrected Crowe.”
“Did you talk to Kyram, too? I mean, I assume you were his horse.”
“You know what’s said about assumptions.”
Iliana resisted the urge to slam her heels into the horse’s side. “Did you talk to him or not?”
“So why are you talking to me?”
She groaned and secured the veil across her mouth and nose when the wind came up. They crested the dune and paused, taking in the vista of unending sand. Damn. How the heck am I going to get home?