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A VEIL OF SHADOWS (The Shadow Gate Chronicles #2)
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: September 22nd 2017
NeverHaven Press
A desperate search leads to a new world
Naomi and Gavin are on the run. Having narrowly escaped Azzmon’s
clutches, they find themselves hunted by Malick, another Shade Lord. He has
amassed an army of foul creatures, and the city-state of Tarravale stands on
the brink of chaos. Naomi’s ability to open Shadow Gates makes her an alluring
target, and the Shade Lord will stop at nothing to possess her. The children
must find a way to escape before their new world is buried in an unwinnable
war.
EXCERPT:
A wide-shouldered figure leapt out of the second story
window and hit the boardwalk next to the ruined cart with an enormous smack. He
was bare-chested, and every inch of the man’s skin was covered in a tattoo of
intricate design. He held a sword in each hand, and the look on his face said
he was about to use them.
“Let’s talk about this?”
Gavin heard Ardin but couldn’t see him anymore. He was
running, pushing Noobit out in front of him. The Treekin’s legs moved as fast
as they could, but not fast enough for Gavin. They turned several times before
either of them felt comfortable enough to stop.
“I told you that guy was bad news,” Gavin said as he caught
his breath, placing his hands on his knees. “He would have gotten us killed.”
“You offered him twenty blonks,” Noobit reminded him. “Now
we don’t have a boat.”
Gavin nodded, but he didn’t have any ideas for their next
move. They were in the middle of a nasty looking part of the city. A clearing
filled the view ahead of them, most of it covered with makeshift tents and
lean-tos. A wave of funky body odor clung to the air and made Gavin’s nostrils
flare.
The entire encampment was the size of a football field,
rounded at the edges. Patches of open space dotted the backdrop between the
temporary homes. The openings centered on fires, most surrounded by people
drinking and conversing. A number of songs hovered over the camp, each
highlighted by an instrument or a chorus of voices.
“What is this?”
“This is where you end up if you don’t have a boat,” Noobit
explained.
Gavin’s stomach soured. “You mean like us?”
Noobit nodded.
Gavin took one more look around. “Oh, heck no,” he
announced. “We have to get out of here.”
“And go where?” Noobit asked.
“I don’t know, but we can’t stay—”
He refused to stay a minute longer in that dreadful place,
but a familiar sight froze his tongue in his mouth. A group of figures covered
in ratty cloaks stalked across the open ground, their hoods pulled tight around
their heads. The troop worked its way between the makeshift tents, heading
directly toward Gavin. His mind pulled back to the attack on the streets of
Tarravale.
“We’re in trouble.”
Noobit sighed. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
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About the Author
Michael W. Garza often finds himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes regularly surprise him and it’s always his ambition to amaze those curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply astonishes them.
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