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Today I have the Angus MacBain and The Island of Sleeping Kings book blitz. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and giveaway.
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Angela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky
Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories
told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places.
Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research
historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally
led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in
local community circulations, Angela is also a
published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught
numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing,
playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.
Angela's first novel, Amarok, was published through Spencer Hill Press in 2012.
Her newest novel, Angus MacBain and The Island of Sleeping Kings, was signed
for publication with Clean Teen Publishing in 2013.
Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana ,
with her two children Levi and Grant.
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Angus MacBain is unaware that his ancestral roots hail from
an ancient sect of Scottish kings. When his dying grandfather gives him a
dragon pendant, thirteen-year-old Angus learns of a legacy that will take him
across an ocean to the island
of Iona
Excerpt 1:
“Once, this was a beautiful river filled with
enchantment,” Fane said, shaking his head sadly. “Then it became tarnished with
all things wicked and grotesque. The river elves and the De Danaan abandoned
it, and its beauty vanished with them.”
Excerpt 2:
Angus gave Fane a quizzical look. “What will he do to
us? If he’s a sea monster, then he can’t come on land…can he? ”
Fane shrugged. “He’s as volatile as the sea. Remember,
you are not dealing with a familiar adversary. Never, ever underestimate the
power or skill of a foe from another place or time.” Fane paused and studied
the sky. “Now listen, we must have no conversation from this point forward.” He
pointed to a flock of puffins. “You can’t trust those birds. They will tell the
crow everything they hear us say and everything that we do. They all stick
together, you know, all birds.”
Angus stared at the birds. A fat one glared at him.
“Why would they do that?”
“They can’t help themselves; it’s just their fickle
nature. Puffins are the worst sort of gossips next to Kittiwakes and snoopy
Razorbills.”
Excerpt 3:
Below them, the waters boiled. White froth grew and
twisted and splashed. A monstrous beast rose from the depths. A colossal
creature so terrifying that Angus opened his mouth to scream, but not even a
squeak came out. He gaped in stunned silence at the cephalopod-like beast with
huge protruding eyes. A spiked tentacle, nearly eight feet long with rotating
hooks, whipped to the surface. As the water sluiced off the thing, the hooks
began gyrating and quivering. While Angus watched, one of them snaked out and
wrapped around Vanora’s leg, dragging her on her belly, toward the water at top
speed. She clawed and scraped, but she could get no hold. The thing kept
dragging, pulling her closer to its gaping mouth, beating her over the rocky
outcroppings.
“Vanora!” Angus scrambled over the rocks and leapt for
her. He got hold of her hand. His fingers closed around hers. He pulled, but
little by little her fingers slipped out of his grip.
The monster dragged her closer and closer to the
ledge. She reached out and seized a pointy rock, holding on until her knuckles
turned pale.
“Help me,” she screamed.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog today for the Angus MacBain and The Island of Sleeping Kings Blitz. I would also like to say Thank You to Jaidis for letting me participate in this blitz. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
~Sabrina
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Thank you so much for hosting Angus MacBain And The Island Of Sleeping Kings today! ~Angela
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