Title Trapped
Author: E.S. Tilton
Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)
Blurb
When
the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was
getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering
innkeepers. She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in
the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her
only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.
Without
friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true
face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will
do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts
fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one
thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?
“Enter
a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination
and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose
yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”
This
is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series
include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.
Excerpt
She
stopped in the tranquil garden to draw deep calming breaths before focusing on
her freni-kyn illusions. Unlike earlier, when she could not control the color
of her hair sparks, the illusions worked. Her face shifted into a nondescript
h’euman, losing its telltale heart shape and blue coloring, while her hair fell
to her shoulders in a coal-black mass, shedding the characteristic freni-kyn
lights.
Good... foreveron wearing off...
I’ve got at least a little control now. It wasn’t much of a
disguise and she knew it. A simple face, designed to blend in, one she had been
trained to make her first few days as an agent.
The
spicy sweet scent of flowers rolled through the garden, reminding her of the
blood. She sniffed her arm and grimaced. Finding a way to get rid of the blood
before someone else smelled it would become paramount if she didn’t get out the
main gates immediately. Meanwhile, illusions would mask the red smears and
spatters, keeping her safe from detection.
If... I can hold the illusions
long enough.
Sarenka
raced across town for the city gates, grateful for the quiet slippers.
Irritating beaded fringe slapped against her hands and chest in tempo with her
stride, making her wish she had a knife to cut them free.
Time to flee... find a different... safer... place. Quickly! Before
they discover the body.
E.S. Tilton BIO:
Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends
her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing
fantasy fiction. Despite a recent move
to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to
whatever strange land they may lead. She
is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than
she can take care of. Her other
interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course,
pleasure.
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