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Kings & Daemons
Marcus Lee
Summary
Taken from Goodreads
Over fifty years have passed since Daleth the seemingly immortal Witch-King, and his army conquered the Ember Kingdom.
Now, with the once fertile lands and its enslaved people dying around him, the Witch-King, driven by his insatiable thirst for eternal youth, prepares his forces to march on the prosperous neighbouring Freestates. It will be the beginnings of a conquest that could destroy nations, bringing death and destruction on an unimaginable scale.
Then, when a peasant huntress whose rare gift was concealed from birth is exposed, it sets in motion a chain of events that could alter the destiny of generations to come.
About the Author
Marcus Lee
Writing hasn’t always been a serious hobby for me … but it has always been there, lurking in the shadows, serving me well when called upon.
As I look back over the years, I realise I was guilty of writing many short stories, as well as poetry, and I’d like to think, that even if they were never intended to be published, they were nonetheless warmly received by the intended recipients.
Then in 2019, I was inspired to write not just a short story, or poetry, but a book. Then, suddenly, one book turned into a trilogy and a labour of love, and it was a love I wanted to share with the world.
So, here we are. The pandemic that put my career in sport on hold also gave me the opportunity to lavish time on my alternative hobby, and now I’ve started, I don’t intend to stop.
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Excerpt
Over the years, as Maya grew, so did her gift, and out of necessity, so did the deceit which surrounded her.
A bird with a broken wing would recover to fly again if she cared for it. The vegetables that grew in the dusty back yard grew healthier than usual near where she played, hidden behind a tall wooden fence.
Beauty was almost unknown now in this land, and while still only a young child, her obvious health amongst the weaker, paler children would have made her stand out. Her lustrous, black hair she had to cover in dirt and dust, cut short and jagged on purpose. Her fingernails strong and firm, she broke by pushing her fingers into the hard soil. She rubbed dirt on the clear skin of her face and under the eyes and wore threadbare and plain clothing.
To keep her out of sight even more, her parents sold almost everything of value to bribe the town’s cleric to appoint her as a forager and hunter as she turned seven. Girls were not strong enough to work in the mines or the furnaces, and this was the one job, albeit dangerous, that constantly took a girl outside of the settlement. Thus she spent her days absent, from early sunrise to just before sunset, always out of sight, keeping to the shadows, learning the land and how to harvest its frugal bounty.
At the age of ten, her mother passed away.
Maya came home from foraging one day to find her father inconsolable. Her mother’s body was already upon a pyre, and her father refused to tell her what had happened. She knew from the look of hatred on his face when he looked at the overseer and the town soldiers that something untoward had transpired. When she had recovered enough from her grief, she approached the neighbours to see if they would tell her, but they closed their doors in her face. They didn’t like her, and people didn’t fare well if they fell afoul of the overseer.
As the years passed and the death of her mother faded, she grew into a beautiful, young woman, with large, dark brown eyes, slender and tall, so unlike any of the other townsfolk. Every morning she would wrap bandages around her breasts to flatten them against her body, sprinkle dust into her eyes to make them appear red and bloodshot, and wrap one knee to give her an odd stiff-legged hobble before going out.
‘Keep to yourself, keep quiet, keep hidden, keep dirty, keep stooped, keep shuffling.’ Always her father would repeat these and similar mantras. ‘Don’t draw attention to yourself and keep out of sight,’ and then he would head off to the mines for the day.
The problem was, Maya was lonely. Lonely and bored. Forbidden by her father to mix, she’d never made friends and was now actively shunned by everyone. She’d never been kissed, although she’d watched many of the settlement’s men and women pair, and some even marry, and dreamed of it happening to her, though it never would.
Thus from an early age, to help her deal with boredom, she started to do the very thing her parents had never wanted her to do, explore the possibilities of her gift.
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