Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Descent of Ravens
By AC Andrews
Bel’s War, Book 1
The old covenant of the gods is broken. Will the world break, too?
When an army of vampires invades their home, Rio and Turi must fight for their future while the fate of an empire hangs in the balance.
The exiled son of an emperor, bitten and infected with the night-curse, seals himself into a tomb for eternity only to be awakened eight hundred years later by an awkward and anxious priest who needs his help saving their people. The healer Rio, a priest of Astara, is lost in grief and rage when war comes to Trosika. Yet he is drawn to the enigmatic vampire prince, pulled by a love that stretches across lifetimes. Can Philip help him save his religion from extinction?
A blind old woman gives Turi bones containing three spirit familiars. As the world around him falls apart, he must learn to accept himself and master his newfound necromancy in time to save his friends, his people, and his island.
How can they survive, when not even their patron goddess could stop the forces arrayed against them?
Descent of Ravens is an exciting new fantasy with LGBTQ+ characters and relationships, rich world-building, and dark adventure!
Rio slept terribly.
He was given only a pallet in a storeroom with a handful of other new “servants,” and there was no ventilation or light except for a single candle. They were somewhere on a lower floor in the fortress, near the kitchens, although where they were, they could neither see nor hear anyone else.
When he did finally sleep, he dreamed of a dry place locked in darkness. His throat felt like sandpaper and his lungs like dust, and he choked and gasped for a single drop to wet his tongue. In his dream he was trapped, thirsting and hungering in the dark, screaming silently to get out. […]
When Rio awoke, it was utterly black in the storeroom. He could hear the breathing of the few other people trying to sleep in the barren room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that the door was open. He looked around, eyes straining, trying to detect any sign of a guardae in the darkness.
As quietly as possible, he pushed himself up and stood, making his way to the door dimly outlined by faint light in the passage beyond. He gingerly stepped over his fellow “servants,” making his way to the corridor. Once outside, he took a deep breath to center himself and considered his excuses for being up and about if anyone challenged him.
He wondered why no one was guarding them. […]
He walked, not really knowing where he was going. There was literally no one in the halls, and he couldn’t understand why.
His eyes detected something flitting across the field of his vision, a silhouette in the darkness, moving so fast he wasn’t sure that he’d seen it. His ears strained, but he heard nothing. He paused for a moment near one of the few lit wall sconces, taking comfort in the little light he had.
Without a sound, a pale face came into view just at the edge of the flickering light, distorted by fangs and bright crimson eyes. Rio froze, his breath caught in his chest. There was a reason the Ishima had left them alone for the night.
The nighttime guardia were not human at all, and were more effective than any soldier.
The vampire did not move to attack Rio, instead grinning and putting his finger up to his lips. He tipped his head to the side, his eyes wide and utterly delighted, as he stepped forward. He lightly moved into the light, almost dancing, stopping just in front of Rio, looming like a gleeful executioner. Rio froze, knowing that his only defense would be to channel Astara’s Light.
He also knew it wasn’t enough—the Light would disable his attacker, but it would not kill him. Mentally, he formed the picture of the temple door in his mind, preparing to open it. But the vampire only leaned into him and whispered in his ear softly.
Rio turned and obliged.
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About the Author:
AC Andrews lives in the upper-Midwest along the shores of Lake Michigan. He enjoys aquascaping, gardening, and reading M/M romances, epic fantasy, and urban fantasy. He brings a background in folklore and a love of the supernatural to his writing, working to transform the fantasies in his head into good (he hopes?) stories. His goal is to write engaging fantasy with LGBTQ+ protagonists.
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