I am delighted to host a stop on Diana Peach’s blog tour for her latest/upcoming release, The Necromancer’s Daughter.
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The Blurb (Sure to Tempt the Fantasy Reader)
A healer and dabbler in the dark arts of life and death, Barus is as gnarled as an ancient tree. Forgotten in the chaos of the dying queen’s chamber, he spirits away her stillborn infant, and in a hovel at the meadow’s edge, he breathes life into the wisp of a child. He names her Aster for the lea’s white flowers. Raised as his daughter, she learns to heal death.
Then the day arrives when the widowed king, his own life nearing its end, defies the Red Order’s warning. He summons the necromancer’s daughter, his only heir, and for his boldness, he falls to an assassin’s blade.
While Barus hides from the Order’s soldiers, Aster leads their masters beyond the wall into the Forest of Silvern Cats, a land of dragons and barbarian tribes. She seeks her mother’s people, the powerful rulers of Blackrock, uncertain whether she will find sanctuary or face a gallows’ noose.
Unprepared for a world rife with danger, a world divided by those who practice magic and those who hunt them, she must choose whether to trust the one man offering her aid, the one man most likely to betray her—her enemy’s son.
A healer with the talent to unravel death, a child reborn, a father lusting for vengeance, and a son torn between justice, faith, and love. Caught in a chase spanning kingdoms, each must decide the nature of good and evil, the lengths they will go to survive, and what they are willing to lose.
The Bonus (Just for Liz’s Readers)
Thanks for having me over today, Liz. There are two poems in The Necromancer’s Daughter, and I thought I’d share one of them here. They’re incantations that summon and animate the dead. This is the first one, which my character speaks in error with terrible results. I hope you can feel the menace.
If the nightman slays
mortals plundered out of time
their wraiths wend the lea
where death dwells they know not well
veiled trails of sorrow
lulled by black and silent winds
scoured of flesh and fur
shadow and light extinguished
devoured by eternity.
Heed my spell, be warned
of wayward fiends and demons
rise with tooth and claw
the killed becomes the killer
souls reborn as feral things.
I hope that was creepy. The poem is based on a syllabic form called the choka, a “storytelling form of Japanese poetry from the 1st to the 13th century.” The syllable count for the main stanza is 5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-7. A choka is often followed by a shorter poem called an “envoy,” in this case a tanka. The complete rules for this syllabic form are available on Colleen Chesebro’s blog: https://wordcraftpoetry.com.
A long-time reader, best-selling author D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life when years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books. She was instantly hooked.
In addition to fantasy books, Peach’s publishing career includes participation in various anthologies featuring short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She’s an avid supporter of the arts in her local community, organizing and publishing annual anthologies of Oregon prose, poetry, and photography.
Peach lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.
Connect with D. Wallace Peach
Amazon Author’s Page: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Wallace-Peach/e/B00CLKLXP8
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