Friday, January 9, 2015

Rise of the Flame: Book One of the Eura Chronicles by K.N. Lee Giveaway

From international bestselling author, K.N. Lee comes Rise of the Flame, an epic beginning to the Eura Chronicles. 

There are six races, four realms, and one human girl that can bring them together in peace...or war. Lilae has been hunted since the night of her birth. She is the only heir to the human god's throne. 

For centuries the races have been separated by an ancient barrier. Now that the barrier is crumbling and vanishing, the races are once again pitted against one another. 

For years Lilae and her surrogate family have avoided the dangerous Shadow Elf that hunts her. All of their years of training seem lost when Lilae is captured and enslaved by the emperor of an enemy race. Or is it? Through every hardship and moment of torture, Lilae finds comfort only in the strange man from her dreams. 

On the other side of the world, Liam leads his army of Tryan’s across the realm to protect his people from Shadow Elves that are invading his land now that the barrier is broken. With his best friend, his betrothed, a fairy, and a specialized order of soldiers, he sets out on a journey to find a grand weapon that can aid him in this inevitable realm war. 

The plan seems clear, until he dreams of the human girl with the red hair. 

And Lilae is supposed to fall for her destined match... Not the enemy that made her his slave. 

K.N. Lee is an award-winning author that resides in Charlotte, North Carolina. When she is not writing twisted sales, fantasy novels, and dark poetry, she does a great deal of traveling and promotes other authors. Wannabe rock-star, foreign language enthusiast, and anime geek, K.N. Lee also enjoys helping others reach their writing and publishing goals.
Her works include, The Chronicles of Koa: Netherworld, Dark Prophet, Rise of the Flame, A Gifted Curse, Wicked Webs, Empty Your Heart, Pixie Dust, and the paranormal collection of short stories, Thicker Than Blood.
Author, K.N. Lee loves hearing from fans and readers. Connect with her!

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Rise of the Flame: Book One of the Eura Chronicles

he sky was a dull gray and the air was cool. Dew clung to the thin overhanging branches and the mountain air smelled sweet. It was just before dawn and Liam was ready for battle. He sat tall above his black horse, waiting patiently for the right moment. Liam's wild black hair fluttered in the morning breeze. He tilted his head and listened to The Winds as they whispered to him.
They’re coming for you, they warned.
His pulse quickened. “What?” Without a reply, they faded with the crisp breeze.
Liam overlooked the dark, rocky cliff as the sun began to rise. The orange rays tried to penetrate the storm clouds, but Liam wouldn’t allow it yet. At the bottom of that cliff, in the valley where the Silver River flowed, slept the enemy.
He wanted them to continue sleeping peacefully. It was important to catch them off guard. Liam wanted these intruders to know that they were not welcome in his realm.
Liam patted Midnight, his battle horse, and smoothed his hind leg. He leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone to the horse. “Are you ready?”
Midnight neighed in reply and kicked his legs.
Liam smiled and sat up straight. He waved a hand and motioned for the troupe of soldiers behind him to move closer. There were about a hundred Tryan soldiers waiting for his command. They looked around at the empty space before them and the long drop beneath them. Still, Liam had their complete trust.
Liam held the reigns tightly and took a deep breath. The cool air entered his lungs and he closed his eyes. He focused on his power, the energy that flowed within his veins. The clouds began to move closer together, creating a tight knit form in the sky that completely blocked the sun. When Liam opened his eyes, they were no longer blue. They were as black as night.
The Tryans behind him were unafraid. They were the elite warriors of the Order of Oren. Liam had been locked away with those men and women for nearly ten years. He had trained with them, and lived with them as an equal.
Commoners like Rowe, and nobles like Sona, none of that mattered in the Order. This group was like family and they would follow him into the Underworld if necessary. They waited for Liam to signal them. One hand clutched the reins of their horses, the other on the hilts of their swords.
Liam raised his large jewel-encrusted sword into the air with a loud cry, and urged Midnight on. Midnight jumped, and over the cliff they went. Liam held tight. His eyes narrowed fiercely and his sword began to glow white in the darkness. The horse’s hooves searched for footing and found none.
Thunder cracked loudly above them, as if the sky was about to break open and fall upon them with rage. Liam sucked in a breath of the cool air and lightning shot across the sky. Liam caught the light in his sword and directed it beneath them, making a pathway of blinding light so that his men could file steadily behind him.
The horses’ hooves sparked along the road of lightning, a shrill sound deafening them as they slid toward the ground. The valley led them directly to the camp of Shadow Elves.
The effect was perfect, so perfect that Liam couldn’t help but crack a smile. Liam wanted it to look as though he and his men were coming straight from the sky. The Shadow Elves woke with a start at the noise as an army of horses jumped from the path of lightning and trampled into the rocky valley. The vibrations shook the terrain and their enemy was frozen with obvious terror. In an instant, the battle began.
A swarm of Shadow Elves scrambled from their tents. They moved with such speed that their figures were barely traceable. However, Tryan eyes were equipped to spot them. Even though they darted in and out of the shadows, they couldn’t hide.
The Shadow Elves hissed like snakes when they saw the royal colors of the Oren palace. There was blue and red on their breastplates and armor. With Liam leading them, it made them all the more fearsome.
The Shadow Elves had heard about the prince. Liam was the first male heir in centuries and his reputation in the field was notorious amongst the invading elves. Ten years in training and smaller battles with rival clans and wildlings had made Liam a force to be reckoned with. His grim expression was illuminated by another flash of lightning. He swung his enchanted sword and lightning whipped out like a terrifying rope of electric currents. It cut through groups of elves like butter, slaying them by the dozens. The remaining elves began to flee from its path. 
Yes, just run away. Liam grinned in triumph as they retreated back to their own barrier. This can end quickly if you just run. And many did run, back to the cruel, dark realm of Nostfar.
The Shadow Elves who remained were quick and agile, with fighting styles that the Orens had never seen. They were like predators, calculating and precise. One leapt from the ground and reached for Liam’s sword.
Liam saw him coming and sliced the elve’s outstretched hand off. The glow of his sword made the wound sizzle as though it had been stuck with a hot poker. The smell of burning flesh struck Liam’s nostrils as the Shadow Elf shrieked in pain and tumbled to the ground.
Before Liam could turn, another was on his back, a blue crystal dagger clutched in its grasp. It never ceased to amaze him how lightning fast they were; like cats, they pounced and darted. His eyes widened as the blade came toward his face.

       He turned his head and grabbed the Shadow Elf by its long black hair, slinging it to the ground with such force that it flew into a nearby tree. Liam’s eyes tracked the body, and with a point of his sword, he sent a flash of light that knocked the Shadow Elf from the branches and onto the hard ground. One more down. Liam grinned as he turned Midnight around, and charged headfirst into an oncoming flurry of Shadow Elves with the power of the Ancient Pyrii flowing through his veins.

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