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Aegyir Rises
by Amanda Fleet

 

Blurb

Guardians of The Realm 1: Aegyir Rises

Reagan Bennett has always felt like an outsider. Left at the doors of a hospital at birth, her relationship with her adopted family hasn’t been easy. Especially when one of them almost killed her. Now he’s due to be released from prison and Reagan’s settled world is about to be turned upside-down. But not by him.

Something else – something much older, much darker – is also about to be freed. Something that believes Reagan is an arch enemy, and is obsessed with destroying her.

All of her life, Reagan has dreamed of living in another place – The Realm. Can these dreams really be memories? If so, who is Reagan Bennett?

Reagan needs to figure out who her enemy is, before they slaughter everyone she loves. And to do that, she needs to figure out who she really is.

EXCERPT

Thursday. My first port of call would be the florist. Every year since Sarah’s death, I’d left flowers on her grave and at the escarpment to mark her birthday and the day she’d died. I also needed to do some work on my designs, ready for Monday. I’d hoped to be able to see Maggie again, but she was busy all day. Since I didn’t want to be alone in the house when Stephen was released any more than Finn wanted me to be, I decided to camp out at the library after lunch.

As I popped some bread in the toaster, a book on the kitchen table caught my eye. It was leather-bound and seemed old, its cover held closed with a leather thong that encircled it twice. My heart thumped. It hadn’t been there last night. First a charm-bracelet, now a book. How the hell were these things arriving through locked doors? And who on earth was leaving them?

I stared at it, my skin prickling with sweat. I reached behind me and tried the back door. Locked. Edging around the table as if the book might attack me, I went to the front door. Also locked.

Back in the kitchen, I scraped my hand over my face, my breathing jagged, and flipped the cover of the book open. Inside, runic writing covered the page and I leaned closer, trying to see if it was handwritten or printed. It looked printed. The pages crinkled as I turned them. The whole book seemed both old and new, reminding me of a facsimile of a medieval manuscript. Detailed, hand-painted illustrations decorated the pages and I marvelled at them.

My breath suddenly stalled in my chest.

They were of the Realm.

What the…?

I snatched my hand away as if burned. Where the hell had this come from? Only close friends had ever seen my pictures and none of them could draw. The only person I knew who could have drawn them as well as this was Maggie, but although I’d mentioned my dreams to her, she’d never seen my sketches. My hand trembled as I reached for the book again. I opened it at the beginning, turning the pages slowly. The first picture in the book was of the wraith-like figure I’d seen with the old man and my mouth desiccated. I scanned the runic writing but I couldn’t make head nor tail of it. Several pages further on were two pictures that drove cold into my belly. One was of the guy I was married to in my dreams. A perfect rendition of him.

The other picture was of me.

I stepped back, dizzy. What the hell was this? How had pictures of my recurring dreams ended up in a book? How had a picture of me ended up in the book?

I looked again, trying to control my breathing. Maybe it wasn’t me. The woman had long hair, no piercings, no heavy eye make-up.

I swallowed, my heart pounding. It was me.

What was this all about? Who had left it here? And what on earth did it say?

 

Author

Amanda Fleet is a physiologist by training and a writer at heart. She spent 18 years teaching science and medicine undergraduates at St Andrews University, but now uses her knowledge to work out how to kill people (in her books!). She completed her first degree at St Andrews University and her doctorate at University College, London.

She has been an inveterate stationery addict since a child, amassing a considerable stash of fountain pens, ink, and notebooks during her lifetime. These have thankfully come in useful, as she tends to write rather than type, at least in the early stages of writing a book.

Amanda started out writing crime and thrillers, and was awarded a “Crime in the Spotlight” slot at Bloody Scotland in 2016. More recently, she has shifted her focus to urban fantasy. 2020 will see the publication of her urban fantasy trilogy “The Guardians of The Realm”.

During her time at St Andrews, she worked with the College of Medicine in Blantyre, Malawi. While in Malawi, she learned about the plight of the many street children there and helped to set up a Community Based Organisation that works with homeless Malawian children to support them through education and training – Chimwemwe Children’s Centre. It was this experience that helped to inspire the Malawian aspects in her first novel “The Wrong Kind of Clouds”, though, of course, the book is entirely fictional.

She is also the author of “Lies That Poison” – a psychological thriller.

Amanda lives in Scotland with her husband, where she can be found writing, walking, and running.

 

 

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I am Fee, a 30 -something SAHM bookworm! I love to read, and will read almost anything and everything. I am not afraid to try new genres of books and my main genre is horror, thriller.

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