I’ve been pretty quiet recently on the blog front, to free up some much-needed writing time. I’d always intended to get book #4 of The Five Kingdoms series out before the end of this year, but with signing the contract on my next equestrian book, the pressure was on!
I set myself an end of September deadline for the novel, and I made it by around 4 hours.
So now I’m starting work on the dressage book, while editing THE PRINCE’S HEIR
Over the next few weeks I will share some snippets from the new book, and here is the first:
“Your drink, my liege.” Tivol held a goblet out towards him. As Marten reached for it, a rush of cold air laden with sea salt blasted over them, ripping the awning from its frame. Part of the framework caught Tivol across the back, tipping him and the drinks over Marten before the fabric smothered them all. Rustam’s swearing echoed what Marten would have uttered had he not been fighting his way out from beneath the smothering cloth, tangling around his limbs with almost sentient determination.
A strange, rushing sound filled Marten’s ears and fear sliced though him: there was more to this than a freak gust of wind. He clawed the awning away from his face and drew a breath of tangy air. His mind whirled with confusion: how could this be? The city was too far from the sea for such taint.
Marten’s head swivelled as he searched for the threat Rustam had identified, and felt his eyes grow wide even as his brain struggled to process the sight.
From the direction of the coast, a huge swell of frothy white water rushed towards them in opposition to the natural flow of the usually serene river, expanding its regular width by at least ten times. All manner of detritus bobbed in and out of view: branches, whole trees, what might have been walls and roofs of buildings, and sickeningly, small dots that Marten guessed to be bodies.
I hope that whets your appetite, more coming soon…