Author: Birdie Blake
Genre: YA Fantasy
A TYRANNICAL KINGDOM. AN OPPRESSED PEOPLE. AN IMPOSSIBLE QUEST.
Tempani of Amarill, a young noblewoman of mixed race, dreams of a Kamara united in race and class. Thrust from the convent into court life, Tempani struggles to find her place in a city she no longer recognizes.
Starved commoners fight the crown, women have no rights, and her mother’s people hide in the south to avoid persecution.
Banned from using her powers, Tempani feels helpless. But her magic is always there. A gentle hum under her skin, threatening to explode the more she sees people suffering.
She wants change, but is she willing to spill the blood of innocents to get it?
Author Bio
Bridie Blake is a writer and book lover based in Melbourne, Australia. She waited years for someone to write the story she had in her head, but it never happened. So fuelled with a lot of caffeine, and listening to movie soundtracks on repeat, she wrote it herself.
Her first book, “The Jewel of Kamara”, was released in October 2013.
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Excerpts
Excerpt One
The moon sat high above the
convent of Kamara. Silence had fallen over the region and surrounding villages.
The only sounds to be heard were the soft hooting of the creatures of the night
and the gentle rustling of the leaves as a light wind settled in.
A sleek black dog stood motionless
in the courtyard. His eyes darted back and forth from one side of the courtyard
to another, as if searching for something. His tail thumped into the dirt as he
saw a cloaked figure slipping out of the dorms, sweeping their fingers over the
stone wall as they crept along, sticking to the shadows. The figure came to a
stop at the wall and pushed one of the stones forward to reveal a hole. The dog
ran forward and leapt through the wall. The figure followed him through and
together they set off into the surrounding trees.
Their feet moved quickly yet made
no sound on the dirt below. The ground inclined the deeper into the trees they
went, until they were completely immersed in the dense forest. The dog, Tilaw,
hated this part of the journey. His feet began to drag and his breathing became
more labored. But he wouldn’t give up.
He soon felt the breeze on his
tongue and quickened his pace. Just ahead of them was the clearing they were
headed for and the stream he longed for.
“You’re late,” a gruff voice
hissed as they broke free of the trees. Tilaw ignored the newcomer and bounded
over to the cool water.
“Be grateful I’m here at all. I’m
being watched closely at the moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up
tomorrow shackled to my bed.”
Tilaw sensed the anger in the soft
voice and trotted over to show his support. His owner sighed and removed the
cloak. Long black hair fell over slight shoulders and down to a slender waist.
Tempani of Amarill shook it off her face and out of her big brown eyes.
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