Whispers from
the Depths
by C.W. Briar
Genre: YA Dark Fantasy
Release Date: February 19th 2019
Uncommon Universes Press
Summary:
by C.W. Briar
Genre: YA Dark Fantasy
Release Date: February 19th 2019
Uncommon Universes Press
Summary:
Joyful and blessed are Voice-bearers, for the Heavens have set
them apart.
As Whisperers gifted with the Voice, Betka and her people are
enslaved. Only they can control the dangerous spirits that haunt the waters,
but they are forced to serve under cruel taskmasters. Betka has little hope of
freedom from her service or her own bitterness.
They toil for the goodness of others.
A powerful water spirit terrorizes the castle where Betka’s sister
is serving. Betka is assigned to the crew sailing to face the foe, and she
fears for the only family she has left.
Rage is found nowhere in them.
In the beleaguered, flooded castle, a new threat awaits—a magic
more powerful and horrifying than anything they have ever seen. Loyalties will
be tested, and enemies will become desperate allies.
Betka is their only hope of escape—if she can subdue the wrath
that endangers them all.
She who wields the waters for revenge drowns herself tenfold.
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Excerpt:
The cracks in the stone floor were filled with water, remnants
left by Ylvalas’ attack. Betka breathed the damp air. She touched a vertical
gouge in the door, and she peered up at the haycart hanging over the keep’s
façade. What had it been like when the sea stormed the castle? Hiding inside
the tower, hearing waves crashing and people screaming outside, the doors
slamming repeatedly, hinges straining. Water rushing through the breach.
Inside, the light from the men’s
torches carved away shadows, revealing the entrance hall’s contours and decor.
The first part of the room was narrow, scarcely wider than the doorway, and
numerous murder holes lined the walls. The gatehouse to the king’s palace had a
similar feature, and guards behind the walls could thrust spears at enemies
bottled up in the entryway.
But no one attacked their party, nor did anyone greet them. The
empty holes cooed as the air blew across them. The space was a tomb.
Further inside, the hallway opened into a high-ceilinged
chamber. A short wooden balustrade in the center of the room, one of the few
decorations still intact, was draped with orphaned garments and a blanket.
Tables, feeding troughs, arrows, and damp straw littered the floor. There
should have been guards aplenty in there, biding their boredom with stories,
games, or crude jests. Instead, more silence. More stillness. More reason for
Betka to feel like they were trespassing in the darkness rather than searching
in it.
About the
Author
C. W. Briar writes fantasy that’s dark but hopeful, filled with wonder and humor along with suspense and creepiness. His favorite stories are the ones that make him both smile and perch on the edge of his seat. By day, he works as a systems engineer, testing or even riding on trains, airplanes, and helicopters. At night, when not writing, he prepares fancy dinners and shows off his awesome corgis. He’s a graduate of Binghamton University and lives in Upstate NY with his wife, three kids, and secret stashes of chocolate.
C. W. Briar writes fantasy that’s dark but hopeful, filled with wonder and humor along with suspense and creepiness. His favorite stories are the ones that make him both smile and perch on the edge of his seat. By day, he works as a systems engineer, testing or even riding on trains, airplanes, and helicopters. At night, when not writing, he prepares fancy dinners and shows off his awesome corgis. He’s a graduate of Binghamton University and lives in Upstate NY with his wife, three kids, and secret stashes of chocolate.
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