The tour was kicked off yesterday by Booklover Book Reviews who asked Charlotte McConaghy a few questions and is also hosting a giveaway here. Head on over to see what Charlotte had to say about her writing, her characters and the inspiration behind Avery.
Avery is Charlotte McConaghy’s first adult fantasy novel, due to be released in February this year and, while I don’t read very many fantasy novels at all (I always have a little trouble suspending my disbelief), one thing that has always caught my eye are some of the magnificent covers designed for this genre. Avery‘s cover, of course, is no exception, so when it arrived on my doorstep, its stunning cover literally took my breath away and the blurb has left me hankering for more. I’m definitely going to give it a go and for all you romance buffs out there, I think you should too!
“The people of Kaya die in pairs. So it is and will always be.
Which is how I know, as I seep onto the cool stone flaggings, that she too will die tonight.
The weight of the blade at my waist was comforting as we made our way through the dense forest. Our group was small, led by Gidion himself. The Royal Captain’s brutally scarred face was tight with readiness as we approached the fortress wall. Six of us, only six, and we were attempting to infiltrate the stronghold of the Barbarian Queen of Pirenti. A fool’s mission, based on a fool’s hope.
But we had three weapons no Pirenti could deny. Three warders. I felt my lips curl as I watched their eyes shift to the colour of falling snow. These men were nigh on impossible to kill, and they terrified the fierce northern soldiers as nothing else did. In a warder’s blood was an ancient, dark power, and it was only with this power that we’d have a chance.
Ava fell into step beside me. I cast her a quick glance; her violet eyes were bright with eagerness. I winked and saw her grin flash in response. We needed no words – our orders had been given – so into the enemy stronghold we swept, invisible beneath the shield- ing wards.
The front hall was alive with a ferocious energy. Sitting at row after row of long tables were the eating, drinking, laughing barbarian soldiers. Beasts of men they were, larger by far than any Kayan would ever be and bristling with a brutality unique to their kind. Ava’s heart quickened as she watched them – I could feel it in my own chest. I silently willed her to curb her recklessness.
Our group moved quickly through the chaos. Though we could not be spotted under the wards, we could be felt or worse – scented, as was the Pirenti method of hunting.
As we reached the end of the hall a fight broke out and a heavy man was thrown backwards through the air. He crashed into the edge of our ward, sending Ava sprawling on the cold floor. Perfectly visible to the soldiers.
I didn’t think, only moved. Hurling myself forward, I covered her in the shaggy fur pelt I was wearing and dragged her bodily through the western door. This wasn’t the plan, and it separated us from the rest of our force, but at least for the moment we found ourselves in an empty corridor.
Breathing quickly, we looked at each other.
‘This just got a lot more interesting,’ she said, and there was an undeniably wicked glint in her eyes.
‘Too dangerous without the warders, petal,’ I shook my head.
‘We get out now.’
Her eyebrows arched. Up this close I could see the smattering of freckles over her sun-drenched nose and cheeks. ‘Please don’t tell me I’ve fallen in love with a coward.’
The familiar scent of her lavender soap reached me and for a moment the bond that tied us together flared and changed our eyes to a shining gold.
‘Ava, I really don’t want you hurt. Understood? ’ Even though we both knew the mission came first.
‘Whatever, Ave,’ she muttered impatiently. ‘Let’s move.’”