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Launch Day: Seamaster!
Dec. 1st, 2017 12:14 pmAs always, I'll start with the links, just in case that's what you're really here for. :)
iTunes || Kindle || Kobo || Nook
Once upon a time my oldest nephew asked when I was going to write books for little kids. He's no longer a little kid, and I've been working on the Guildmaster Saga for years, handing early drafts over to him and getting the rest ready for the world. I'm SO EXCITED to release this book, which is the kind of thing I'd have been reading from about age eight, and would still be reading today. :)
(My sister may even feel the Guildmaster Saga are her favourites of the books I've written. I'm quite proud of that, actually. :))
Rasim is no stranger to bad luck. Orphaned at birth, he holds his place in the Seamasters' Guild by dint of quick thinking and sheer stubbornness. Possessed of little magic but a sharp mind, his greatest talent seems to be finding trouble—or perhaps escaping it just in time.
No one is more surprised than Rasim when he earns a place on the fleet’s flagship, sent North for a daring mission. Storm, treachery, piracy, and outright war sail with them. One half-strength foundling can’t hope to save the fleet, his friends, or even himself.
But Rasim is determined to try. He'll use every bit of cleverness and magic he has available to outwit his enemies and protect his friends. In doing so, he just may save his country, and become what he’s always wanted to be…
A Seamaster.
CHAPTER ONE
Strong hands grabbed Rasim's ankles and hauled him backward. His shirt rucked up, sticking to tar-soaked wood as he scrabbled for a grip. A splinter jabbed under his fingernail. He shouted and let go, blood welling through dirt and tar as he was yanked out from between the ship's ribs to land on its salt-damp deck.
He barely caught himself with his hands, saving his nose from the same bloody fate his fingernail had met. A big foot, bare and topped with rough toenails, caught him in the side. Rasim grunted and flipped sideways, avoiding the brunt of the kick.
Desimi stood above him, of course. Like Rasim, Desimi would be thirteen tomorrow, but he already had shoulders that promised the size of the man he would be. He had an angry man's scowl, too, burned into his face all the time and darker than ever when he laid eyes on Rasim.
Rasim wheezed, "Desi, wait—", remembering too late that with their birthdays coming up, the bigger boy no longer liked that nickname. It was too small for such a large lad, and recalling that half a moment earlier might have saved Rasim from another kick to the ribs. He coughed and used the ship's wall to push himself up, then scrambled away. "I'm not going to fight you, Desimi!"
( Read more... )
iTunes || Kindle || Kobo || Nook
Once upon a time my oldest nephew asked when I was going to write books for little kids. He's no longer a little kid, and I've been working on the Guildmaster Saga for years, handing early drafts over to him and getting the rest ready for the world. I'm SO EXCITED to release this book, which is the kind of thing I'd have been reading from about age eight, and would still be reading today. :)
(My sister may even feel the Guildmaster Saga are her favourites of the books I've written. I'm quite proud of that, actually. :))
Rasim is no stranger to bad luck. Orphaned at birth, he holds his place in the Seamasters' Guild by dint of quick thinking and sheer stubbornness. Possessed of little magic but a sharp mind, his greatest talent seems to be finding trouble—or perhaps escaping it just in time.
No one is more surprised than Rasim when he earns a place on the fleet’s flagship, sent North for a daring mission. Storm, treachery, piracy, and outright war sail with them. One half-strength foundling can’t hope to save the fleet, his friends, or even himself.
But Rasim is determined to try. He'll use every bit of cleverness and magic he has available to outwit his enemies and protect his friends. In doing so, he just may save his country, and become what he’s always wanted to be…
A Seamaster.
CHAPTER ONEStrong hands grabbed Rasim's ankles and hauled him backward. His shirt rucked up, sticking to tar-soaked wood as he scrabbled for a grip. A splinter jabbed under his fingernail. He shouted and let go, blood welling through dirt and tar as he was yanked out from between the ship's ribs to land on its salt-damp deck.
He barely caught himself with his hands, saving his nose from the same bloody fate his fingernail had met. A big foot, bare and topped with rough toenails, caught him in the side. Rasim grunted and flipped sideways, avoiding the brunt of the kick.
Desimi stood above him, of course. Like Rasim, Desimi would be thirteen tomorrow, but he already had shoulders that promised the size of the man he would be. He had an angry man's scowl, too, burned into his face all the time and darker than ever when he laid eyes on Rasim.
Rasim wheezed, "Desi, wait—", remembering too late that with their birthdays coming up, the bigger boy no longer liked that nickname. It was too small for such a large lad, and recalling that half a moment earlier might have saved Rasim from another kick to the ribs. He coughed and used the ship's wall to push himself up, then scrambled away. "I'm not going to fight you, Desimi!"
( Read more... )
