Title:
Ivory
Author: F.M. Sherrill
Series: Ivory Saga
Genre: Fantasy/Action
Publisher: Red Frog Publishing
Release Date: July 7 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
As a child in the desert kingdom of Gryth, Ivory witnessed
the brutal murder of her parents at the hands of a sinister race known as the
Lecs.
Now Queen of her people, a vengeance-fueled Ivory launches a
final battle to annihilate the enemy once and for all. But on the eve of war,
betrayed by her own kind and left in the hands of the Lecs, she's forced to
learn the shocking truth about their two peoples, and the diabolical curse
that's plagued them for centuries.
Armed with newfound knowledge and unexpected allies, Ivory
must face the real enemy that's haunted her all her life, and make a choice
that will mean the difference between a new beginning and the end of the world.
Ivory is an exercise in duality made reality; an exploration
of darkness and light, male and female, sun and moon… seen through the eyes of
two cultures ripped apart by an ancient evil whose pain resonates through the
ages like the beating of a drum.
Aren't author's bios boring? I always wanted to read one
that went something like this:
F.M. Sherrill: recent citizen of earth. Plans on ruling the
planet once she gets over the common cold. Or, F.M. Sherrill: time traveler.
Decided to alter the space-time continuum by writing a novel, thus changing
history slightly, which will eventually lead to the rise of a new human
species.
But here it is. F.M. Sherrill is a novelist, A.K.A. an avid
bullshitter; that's why she lives in L.A.. She's been writing for as long as
her ancient mind can remember, devouring tales like an anemic vampire roaming
the streets in hot pink heels, always thirsty for more. When she's not writing,
she's making steampunk weapons, sewing giant plant-eater Mario plushes, making
costumes for some film bloke or cosplayer, and sculpting/casting movie prop
replicas while gardening in her urban apartment. Her favorite tools? A
soldering iron, a blowtorch, a band saw, a sonic screwdriver, a replicator and
an active imagination.
"She pants for breath, sweat cascading down her back.
It moves over scars and soaks through the white fabric between her flesh and
armor. What is he staring at? He waits at the tip of her blade, his eyes green
like fields of summer.
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