The good people at Creativia have been good enough to put the Kindle version of my book, The Eternals on a $0.99/£0.99 deal. This is great news for anybody who has been thinking about getting it as book two, Hunter Hunted, will soon be available. It’s actually going through the process of final checks and cover decisions right now. Very exciting!
So, instead of giving you a sample of book one, I thought I’d give you a snippet of what’s to follow. Just a snifter. Hopefully enough to wet your appetites.
Here is an extract from Hunter Hunted: The Eternals Book Two.
This is from Chapter One where the Nordic Eternals, an albino caste of legend, whisk Jean and Princess Linka away to their Arctic city of Hvit and a very unorthodox Zeppelin landing.
“Princess, if you will.”
Grella had approached to less than a yard with a stealth I would not have thought possible. I prided myself on not being caught unawares least of all by those I had once thought legend. It was most disconcerting, and I chastised myself at my laxness.
“Have we reached Hvit?” Linka bubbled, jumping to her feet.
“We have, Your Highness.”
“Oh, goody,” she enthused.
“If you would stand by the doorway and prepare to jump when instructed.”
“You too, Jean,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
“Did you say jump?”
“Yes. We shall not be landing.”
I did not pursue the point, but was reluctant to be dragged to my feet when Ragnar opened the Zeppelin’s door. His action caused a blast of freezing air to invade the craft’s stagnant innards, which swirled about in direct competition with the Nordics’ own scents. I hadn’t realised just how stale the lavender-infused interior had become until the freshness sought to banish it.
I was about to say as much to Linka when the whole craft lurched to port submerging us in darkness before making a slow and steady arc back toward the sun.
First out were the two princesses, who adjusted their goggles to an assured fit and leapt from the craft in tandem.
“Now you,” Ragnar ordered.
Linka gave me one of her extra special smiles, an immense lightening of the load on my heart, then jumped into the night after the other ladies, myself in hot pursuit.
The distance to the ground was about thirty feet, nothing to an Eternal, and we landed as inaudible snowflakes. To my annoyance, so did the twins, one to either side of us. Ragnar landed next with less grace. His greater bulk displaced enough snow to leave a crater of sorts, although I suspected most of it for show.
The Zeppelin continued to nosedive towards liquidity. Down it plunged, and for a moment, I feared for Grella, until he launched himself clear of the hurtling machine landing with a crack at the point where ice met water. The Zeppelin followed him down in serene departure. There was something phantasmal about its demise. The airship drifted another half mile, dipped its head to the horizon, then disappeared beneath the becalmed ocean with more of a kiss than a splash. I would miss it in my own way.
For all lovers of Science Fiction / Dark Fantasy & Gothic
I hope you enjoyed that and thanks for reading.
Richard M. Ankers: Author of The Eternals