- Paperback: 500 pages
- Publisher: Blue Wing Publications, Workshops, and Lectures (3 Jun. 2015)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0979566312
- ISBN-13: 978-0979566318
- Product Dimensions: 15.2 x 3.2 x 22.9 cm
- Average Customer Review: 2.6 out of 5 stars See all reviews (7 customer reviews)
- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 1,432,840 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
Warriors in the Mist: A Medieval Dark Fantasy Paperback – 3 Jun 2015
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From the Publisher
She crawled carefully through dancing feet, under clanking swords, and a rain of blood. She heard whisking and whipping, thumps and thuds, grunts and groans, curses, prayers, and the blasting beat of a thousand hearts, the world yet spinning round and round.
She prayed the warriors would be too engaged in battle to bother with her. Her gown kept catching under her knees, pulling the neck down around her shoulders. Metal feet slammed down around her. Something wet poured over her neck and dripped down her skin curving around her throat. It smelled like blood. However, everything reeked of blood. She kept moving, forbidding tears, wishing she'd drank a second glass of wine, for the elixir seemed to distance her somewhat from the horrors she normally felt.
Ahead, on the outskirts of the battle, she glimpsed a lone oak tree ahead of her, looming there, a live thing, like a mother bidding her to come and fall upon her breast.
Thinking only of the tree, the tree, the beautiful tree, she found herself more quickly there. She dropped her shoulder against the fragrant bark, and curled into a tight ball, very still, afraid to move, lest a knife come flying at her, the way Kayenté had once told her it could.
Her eyes were closed, but the image of swords and bludgeoned bodies flashed erratically in her mind. This battle was like the one in her nightmare: warriors, swords, arrows, blood; and she curled against a tree in a dirty white gown, trembling. Would The Cold One appear next?
Her arm was snatched. Someone pulled her forward so swiftly, she felt like a shooting star. Her vision blurred, so fast they did run. When they stopped, she fell to her hands and knees in the thick foliage, panting hard with burning lungs. Someone stood next to her. Would she now behold The Cold One? What was, was; and what was to be, was to be. She could not change it, so she sat back on her knees and looked up to see dust covered leather pants, and a sword dripping blood. Raising her eyes further, she saw Kayenté's face. It was Kayenté who towered over her!
Her hand flew to her heart. "You aren't The Cold One."
He squatted, resting the sword over his knees. "I don't know about that."
From the Author
Psychology, sociology, philosophy, and metaphysics are not only fundamentally intertwined, but they are the cornerstone to understanding ourselves as well as the current state of affairs on our earth. By opening our minds and expanding beyond our own perceptions of reality, people can begin to separate who they are from who they are told to be. The way out of the labyrinth is to cease the linear walk from today to tomorrow, and move out of the spaces that imprison us, and into the rich wonderland of our individuality. The healing always has been in the individual's stamina to expel outside perceptions of self and constructively exert one's unique core being into the world. Humanity cannot thrive if we do not begin the heroic journey into self. There...we can replenish, grow wings, and fly into the overview where every twist and turn of the labyrinth can be seen. I sincerely believe that from there, we can attain true freedom, know unconditional love, and make wise contributions to this world.
Top Customer Reviews
A supernatural being seeks to rape various "half-angels" so they bear his children. Then he relentlessly plots to seek his daughter in order to rape her. To the extent that he manipulates his son to trick his daughter into marrying her own half-brother, so the powerful father can rape her in their wedding night! Then a vampire is casually tossed into the mix. The matter of destroying or saving the world all involve around raping and "sexual ritual".
Besides, too many typo mistakes and half sentences.
I like fantasy and panaromal genre, but this book is just too weird. Maybe I'm too thick to get through all the "deep" messages that the author is trying hard to convey, or maybe I'm not into sick stories like this. I don't call it dark. It's just sick.
To put it bluntly, she writes (or gets her friends to write, or whatever) her own reviews, shamelessly and I was silly enough to fall for it. This book is absolute rubbish, cheaply put together and hilariously bad on the inside. DON'T FALL FOR THE CON.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
Tosh or brilliant? I have nothing to lose (monetarily) just the time it will take me to plough through it...the reviews are so diverse. Watch that space.... Read morePublished 15 months ago by Mrs Danvers