Diane-
my sincere thanks for inviting me to share details
of my latest historical romantic adventure, After Whorl: Bran Reborn, Book 2 of my Celtic Fervour series. After Whorl: Bran Reborn continues the
story of Brennus of Garrigill who appears in Book 1 The Beltane Choice. Brennus was thought to lie dead on the battle
fields at Whorl, but this was not so…
(Book 3 of the series After Whorl: Donning Double Cloaks continues the
tale of Brennus (also known as Bran) and Ineda of Marske, and will be published
sometime around March 2014)
Blurb:
Ravaged by war
…AD 71. After the battle at Whorl, Brennus
of Garrigill is irrevocably changed.
Returning to Marske, Ineda finds her
grandmother dead, though Brennus is not. Snared by a Roman patrol, they are
marched to Witton where he is forced to labour for the Roman IX Legion.
Embracing his new identity as Bran, Brennus
vows to avert Roman occupation of northernmost Brigantia. Ineda becomes his
doughty spying accomplice, though sometimes she’s too impetuous. Trading with
the Romans lends excellent opportunities for information gathering. Over time,
Bran’s feelings for Ineda mar with his loyalty to Ineda’s father.
When she disappears, and cannot be found,
Bran enters direct service with Venutius, King of the Brigantes.
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Here’s a little bit from the
beginning to tide you over till that copy is yours…
“Fóghnaidh mi dhut! I really will finish
you! I have you now, invading scum!”
Another
couple of whacks would have the shield gone. The Roman auxiliary’s arm already
showed signs of fatigue as Brennus slashed below the man’s chain link
protection, his full power backing each blow of his long Celtic sword. The man
was brawny, a practised opponent at the edge of the tight cluster of Roman
bodies, but was much smaller than he was and rapidly weakened. Brennus knew the
advantage he had. A drained grin slid into a grimace of pain as his sword
jarred on the Roman gladius when the soldier’s stab interrupted another of his
blows, the impact juddering his weakened elbow, an injury sustained with a
previous combatant.
“Diùbhadh! Scum!”
The
gladius flashed upwards. To reach his head the angle of the auxiliary’s attack
had to be higher than the usual, demanding a different force to succeed, and
the Roman just did not have the strength any more.
A
cry of frustration emerged from the Roman, the clenched teeth an indicator of
the man’s tenacity as the gladius prodded forward yet again. Brennus understood
none of the man’s tongue, the battle ground not the place for meaningful talk,
but the intent was clear.
“Come!
Come forward! A ghlaoic! You fool!”
Brennus’ hollering taunts and crude ridiculing gestures gained him a little
ground as the auxiliary broke free of the rigid formation, desperate to gain
conquest over yet another Celtic adversary, the shorter gladius slashing and
nipping at his chest but not quite breaking the skin.
The
tight group of Roman soldiers had been almost impossible to breach; their
raised cover of shields an impenetrable barrier. He had been toying with and
provoking this particular soldier for long, long moments. Yet, even with his
superior strength, he knew he could not sustain such weighty combat for much
longer either, before he would need to retreat to regain his reserves of vigour
– though only a little more wearing down of the man’s resistance should be
enough. He knew that from an earlier experience. Drawing breath from deep
inside he slipped back a pace, and then another as if giving up the pursuit.
“Come
forward, you piece of Roman horse dung! You demand the blood of the Celts? Let
it be so! Have mine!”
Powerless
to resist the lure the Roman soldier surged at his bidding, his shield
swinging, his gladius jabbing. One last twisted swipe of Brennus’ longer Celtic
sword detached the blade-nicked shield from his foe and sent it sailing aside.
Abruptly unguarded, the auxiliary pulled his gladius in front of his rippling
mail in a futile attempt to cover his chest.
“Too
late!” Brennus’ snort rang out as he whacked the soldier’s fist with his shield
when his opponent readied his blade for another stab. It was enough: all the
leverage needed to topple his foe. Witnessing the Roman’s slithering attempts
to right himself he allowed an exultant smirk to break free, knowing victory
would be his over this particular rival. “Death to all of the invaders!”
About the author:
Nancy Jardine lives in the fantastic ‘castle country’ of Aberdeenshire, Scotland,
with her husband. She spends her week making creative excuses for her neglected
large garden; doesn’t manage as much writing as she always plans to do since
she’s on Facebook too often, but she does have a thoroughly great time playing
with her toddler granddaughter when she’s just supposed to be ‘just’
childminding her twice a week.
A lover of all things historical it sneaks
into most of her writing along with many of the fantastic world locations she
has been fortunate to visit. Her published work to date has been two non
fiction history related projects; two contemporary ancestral mysteries; one
light-hearted contemporary romance mystery and a historical novel. She has been
published by The Wild Rose Press and Crooked Cat Publishing.
Nancy is giving away a FREE e-copy of After Whorl: Bran Reborn to a lucky commenter. Be sure to leave your email address.
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