Genre:
Fantasy Romance
Date
of Publication: September 9, 2014
ISBN:
978-1495907586
Number
of pages: 540
Word
Count: 212K
Book
Description:
"Love
is what binds us in brotherhood, blinds us from hate, and makes us
soar with desire.”
Morigan
lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named
Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly
mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long
buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to
understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague
her--visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the
Immortal Kings who rules the land.
With
Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon
realize that this young woman could hold the key to their
destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and
she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.
Excerpt
Morigan
took the bracelet.
“I accept your
offering.” The Wolf’s face lit and she thought that he would leap
at her. “Yet first, I have a request.”
“Anything, my
Fawn.”
“I would like to
see…what you are. The second body that shares your soul. Show me
your fangs and claws,” she commanded.
Perhaps it was the
steadiness of her voice, how she ordered him to bare himself as if he
belonged to her that made the Wolf’s heart roar to comply. He did
not shed his skin but for the whitest moons of the year, and even
then, so far from the city and never in front of another. In a sense,
he was as much a virgin as she. With an unaccustomed shyness, he
found himself undressing before the Fawn, confused for a speck as to
who was the hunter. The flare of her nostrils, the intensity of her
stare that ate at him for once.
I
have chosen well for a mate. She is as much a Wolf as I, he
thought, kicking off his boots and then shimmying his pants down to
join the rest of his clothing. No bashful maiden was Morigan, and she
did not look away from his nakedness, but appreciated what she saw:
every rough, hairy, huge bit of him.
He howled and fell
to all fours. Bones shifted and snapped, rearranging under his skin
like skeletal gears. From his head, chest and loins, the soft black
hair thickened and spread over his twisting flesh. His heaving became
guttural and sloppy, and when he tossed his head up in a throe of
agony or pleasure, his beard had coated his face, and she noticed
nothing but white daggers of teeth. Wondrously Morigan witnessed the
transformation, watched him swell with twice the muscle he had
possessed as a man, saw his hands and feet shag over with fur and
split the soil with black claws. Another howl and a final
gristle-crunching shudder (his hindquarters snapping into place, she
thought) signified the end of the change.
Her dreams did not
do Caenith justice. Here was a beast twice the size of a mare with
jaws that could swallow her to the waist. Here was a monster that had
stalked and ruled the Untamed. A lord of fang and claw. The birds and
weaker animals vanished, knowing a deadly might was near. Around her,
the Wolf paced; making the ground tremble with power; ravishing her
with his cold gray gaze; huffing and blasting her with his forceful
breaths. While the scent of his musk was choking, it was undeniably
Caenith’s, if rawer and unwashed.
Morigan was not
afraid, and was flushed with heat and shaking as she slipped the
bracelet on and knelt. She did not flinch as the Wolf lay behind and
about her like a great snuffling rug and placed his boulder of a head
in her lap. No, she stroked his long ears and his wrinkled snout. A
maiden and her Wolf. Soon the birds returned, sensing this peace and
chirping in praise of it. And neither Morigan nor the Wolf could
recall a time—if ever there was one—where they had felt so
complete.
Exclusive Review
FIVE STARS!
In
the fictional book Feast
of Fates Book One
by Christian A. Brown, the reader is compelled to keep the pages
turning! This book was one that gives a glimpse back to an earlier
mythical time period with old fashioned etiquette dating back to the
time of wizards and monarchs. The author keeps the reader in tune and
always ready to read what will happen next.
I
truly enjoyed this excellent fantasy/romance. The aspects of the wolf
and other paranormal effects that Brown used really set this story in motion for me.
I feel that the author took time and used exquisite patience and I can only assume that Brown did some of
the most interesting research to make this book come to life. If you love fantasy
and appreciate an exceptional romance you will surely enjoy reading this first in the series. The characters are brought to life via vivid details and the
imagination is left to soar! I recommend this book for that die hard
fantasy reader and hope you enjoy as much as I did. I am awaiting the next books in this series, I am sure they will be just as outstanding as this first one!
Christian
A. Brown has written creatively since the age of six. After spending
most of his career in the health and fitness industry, Brown quit his
job to care for his mother when she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins
lymphoma in 2010.
Having
dabbled with the novel that would eventually become Feast of Fates
for over a decade, Brown was finally able to finish the project. His
mother, who was able to read a beginning version of the novel before
she passed away, has since imbued the story with deeper sentiments of
loss, love, and meaning. He is proud to now share the finished
product with the world.* I received Feast of Fates Book One in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are mine and I greatly value the fact that I can give an honest review in order to help others choose reading materials.
I really enjoyed reading this book and the music is outstanding on this trailer! Thank you for writing excellent fantasy for readers today~
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