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| City of the Mirage |
Jerome Brook, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk
about your book, The City of the Mirage.
Publisher: Books to Go Now
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Blurb:
The Divine Astarte is one of the last of her race. Her kind
seeded many worlds with life. One of these realms was the planet of the
Warrior.
Astarte is feared, not loved by her people - she is the
Destroyer of Worlds. She is served by a legion of shield maidens. These cruel
warriors inspire terror in all the lands of the empire of Astarte. The people
of her empire are also terrorized by the Beast Men. They are the offspring of
members of an alien race and the daughters of men. Astarte still rules in the
City of the Mirage.
Buy links:
Amazon http://amzn.com/B008C2MNRG/
Excerpt:
The muse stood at the
side of the blind bard. She whispered in his ear, telling him the history of
the demigod, of the Conqueror.
Myth of the Lady of the Myst, II, vii.
The mirage appeared very close. I
could see the white towers of the city, as they shimmered on the horizon. I
wiped the sweat from my brow with my sleeve, and took a sip of water from my
canteen.
I looked over my shoulder. I could no longer see the enemy
chase cars.
They had been in pursuit since
last night, when my plane went down. I had parachuted from my wounded craft,
and landed in the desert. After I landed, I fled into the empty waste, hoping
that my beacon would be heard by our rescue.
I resumed walking. Perhaps I had
come all this way only to die of thirst in this wasteland. I checked my
canteen. Almost empty.
I tried my radio once more.
Nothing – not even static.
I continued walking in the light
breeze. I soon came to a boulder field. I walked among the rocks for a few
minutes, until I came to the edge of a ravine. I glanced over the edge, and saw
a fast moving stream below.
I climbed down the steep slope to
the floor of the ravine. I filled my canteen, and pulled off my flight suit. I
plunged into the water, and rinsed off the dust.
I sat upon a rock near the edge
of the stream, to rest for a time. I soon pulled on my flight suit, and began
to follow the stream. As I walked, a strange blue mist began to form, near the
ground. The mist persisted, even tho a breeze began to stir the air.
I came to a large bolder jutting
out into the stream. I walked around it, and saw movement out of the corner of
my eye. I turned, and saw a woman of middle years stepping out of the stream.
“Hello,” she said with a smile.
She spoke with a heavy accent.
“Hello,” I replied, and smiled.
She had black hair, and dark, olive skin. She did not seem to mind that she had
nothing on, in the strong breeze. This was all passing strange.
“I am the Lady of the Myst. Are
you lost, Warrior?”
“Well, yes. I am heading west,” I
managed to collect myself and say.
She pointed down the ravine.
“Follow the stream. It leads to the plain. If you see anyone else, they may
help you.”
I nodded.
“I must leave you now. But you
will see me soon, when you are ready.” She came up to me, and wrapped her arms
around me. She kissed, and gently bit my neck. I felt a little dizzy, and also
felt a strong attraction to her.
“Am I Enthralled by the Lady, the
beautiful Lady Without Mercy?” I asked myself.
About the Author
Jerome Brooke lives in the Kingdom of Siam.
He is the consort of Jira, a princess of the lost Kingdom of Nan
and is a retired attorney. He has served as City Attorney for Ellettsville, Indiana.
He has written The City of the Mirage (Books to Go Now) and many other books.
Find Me Here
Facebook: jrogersbarrow@yahoo.com
Sounds intriguing, Jerome. What a fascinating world you have built. good luck with the sales.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by, Lorrie.
DeleteI like the title -- it makes me curious about the setting from the get-go.
ReplyDeleteThat drew me in too Allie. And I like mythology, so another interest.
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