Blog Tour ~The Oracle
Author: K.S. Marsden
Tour Dates: 27th of Feb – 3rd of March
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours
After a brief respite, the Gardyn rebels have returned to fight the tyranny of King Hrafn and Prince David.
Samantha, Jillis and Tobias will have to find their place in the new vision of Enchena; but first, they have to risk everything to make it real.
New allies will rise, as the past plays a huge part in the future; and an Oracle must be brought, to guide them all.
Kelly Marsden grew up in Yorkshire, and there were two constants in her life – books and horses.
Graduating with an equine degree from Aberystwyth University, she has spent most of her life since trying to experience everything the horse world has to offer. She is currently settled into a Nutritionist role for a horse feed company in Doncaster, South Yorkshire.
She writes Fantasy stories part-time. Her first book, The Shadow Rises (Witch-Hunter #1), was published in January 2013, and she now has two successful series under her belt.
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Angrud & Jemma
Saxton was right about Rian and his troop riding as fast as possible. They had not stopped travelling until it was too dark to see, and their horses were exhausted.
Angrud had come along with them; Saxton argued that they might need his expertise, and that Rian would put him in the stocks if he found out that Saxton had tried to make the journey with their new oracle alone.
Jemma felt some discomfort that she was now a person that required protection. She didn’t know how she felt about it, to be honest. There was a vague pleasure at realising that she was needed; which was countered by the fact that they only wanted her because of her weird dreams. Dreams that she could not control.
Angrud’s company made travelling awkward, but at least on horseback it was easier to cling onto the saddle and just ignore him. It was only when they stopped to camp for the night that they all had to sit around and play nice.
Angrud took the first watch, and Saxton lay down, his snores soon reverberating across their campsite. Jemma was exhausted, but her limbs were hurting so much, she couldn’t get comfortable on the hard ground.
Angrud snorted with derision as she turned again.
“What?” Jemma snapped.
“You can’t ride for sh-”
“So? Normal people don’t ride horses back home. We have cars, and trains, and even stinking buses. There are cushioned seats, and you can sit reading while someone else drives you where you need to go.” Jemma whined. “And now I’m sore, bruised, and I stink of horses. I don’t need your snotty comments.”
Angrud smiled darkly, “Fine, you’re giving it everything you got. Seems like a lot of effort, chasing Rian after meeting him twice. I can’t blame you, there’s a lot of women that wish they could do the same, but don’t have the gumption to presume they are important enough.”
Jemma twisted in her bedroll, to look up at him, “Seriously, you did not just say that? This is about returning heroes, and the bigger picture. It has nothing to do with Captain Rian.”
Angrud chuckled, “Oh, I know, but it’s funny how much of a fool you act around him. I have to entertain myself somehow.”
“So you’ve never done anything embarrassing, of course.” Jemma spat.
“I’m not weak enough, I’d never make a fool of myself over a girl.” Angrud replied knowingly.
“No, you’re such an arrogant git, I bet only a good mirror would get you excited.” Jemma snapped, then rolled over, blocking his further comments.