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excited that BLOOD ROAD by Amanda
McCrina is available now and that I get to share the news!
excited that BLOOD ROAD by Amanda
McCrina is available now and that I get to share the news!
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About The Book:
Title: BLOOD
ROAD
ROAD
Author: Amanda
McCrina
McCrina
Pub. Date: April 25,
2017
2017
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback,
eBook
eBook
Pages: 329
Nineteen-year-old Torien Risto has seen dissidents dealt with before. He
knows the young local girl who just knifed him will hang for assaulting an
Imperial officer, unless he can stop it.
knows the young local girl who just knifed him will hang for assaulting an
Imperial officer, unless he can stop it.
Someone inside the provincial government is kidnapping Imperial citizens
and selling them across the desert to the salt mines, silencing anyone who
tries to intervene. The girl’s brother is one of those who has been taken.
Rejected by the corrupt courts, she’s waging a personal war against the Empire.
and selling them across the desert to the salt mines, silencing anyone who
tries to intervene. The girl’s brother is one of those who has been taken.
Rejected by the corrupt courts, she’s waging a personal war against the Empire.
Determined to save her life, Torien sets out in search of answers on the
Salt Road, the ancient trade route running deep into the heart of a
desert—territory claimed by the hostile Mayaso tribe.
Salt Road, the ancient trade route running deep into the heart of a
desert—territory claimed by the hostile Mayaso tribe.
Now, Torien is no longer sure where his own loyalty lies, or how far he
will go to break the cycle of tyranny, political bullying, and social injustice
in an empire that seals its borders in blood.
will go to break the cycle of tyranny, political bullying, and social injustice
in an empire that seals its borders in blood.
Exclusive Excerpt
He touched her arm. She tensed but did not move away. He took off his
glove and traced her cheekbone with two fingers, brushing the tears from her
cheek. She drew a shivering breath. He turned her head and held it between his
hands and brushed the tears from her eyelashes with his thumbs. She stood very
still and silently while he did it, her eyes closed, her lips tight. He bent
his head and buried his face in her black hair—and she slipped in suddenly
under his arms, looping her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on his
chest. Then she twisted against him, tilting her head back to look up in his
face. “It’s no good,” she said. “I can’t feel your heart beat.”
glove and traced her cheekbone with two fingers, brushing the tears from her
cheek. She drew a shivering breath. He turned her head and held it between his
hands and brushed the tears from her eyelashes with his thumbs. She stood very
still and silently while he did it, her eyes closed, her lips tight. He bent
his head and buried his face in her black hair—and she slipped in suddenly
under his arms, looping her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on his
chest. Then she twisted against him, tilting her head back to look up in his
face. “It’s no good,” she said. “I can’t feel your heart beat.”
“It’s the plums. I think I’ve suffocated.”
She laughed. He felt it echo through her body. He felt her muscles
loosen. Her breath was warm on his neck. “If that’s all,” she said.
loosen. Her breath was warm on his neck. “If that’s all,” she said.
They sat below the boundary wall. She unbuckled his helmet and cuirass
and held the cuirass for him while he shrugged it off. She sat against him with
her knees folded up on his lap, her shoulders under the curve of his arm. She
unlaced his jerkin and bent her ear to his chest. “Better,” she said. “And
this—just to be sure.” She leaned into him and pressed her lips gently to the
pulse in his
and held the cuirass for him while he shrugged it off. She sat against him with
her knees folded up on his lap, her shoulders under the curve of his arm. She
unlaced his jerkin and bent her ear to his chest. “Better,” she said. “And
this—just to be sure.” She leaned into him and pressed her lips gently to the
pulse in his
He kissed her. He sat up from the wall, cupping her head in his hands,
and he bent his face to hers and kissed her lips, her eyelids, her forehead; he
lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed the hollow at the base of her
throat. Her arms were around his neck and her cheek against his and her tears
running on his face. He tried to lift her to look at her. She shook her head.
Her lips brushed his ear. “Don’t,” she said. Her voice was thick. So he put his
arms around her waist and held her, his head and shoulders braced against the
sun-warmed stones of the boundary wall, his chin on her shoulder, and he
listened with his eyes closed while she cried.
and he bent his face to hers and kissed her lips, her eyelids, her forehead; he
lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed the hollow at the base of her
throat. Her arms were around his neck and her cheek against his and her tears
running on his face. He tried to lift her to look at her. She shook her head.
Her lips brushed his ear. “Don’t,” she said. Her voice was thick. So he put his
arms around her waist and held her, his head and shoulders braced against the
sun-warmed stones of the boundary wall, his chin on her shoulder, and he
listened with his eyes closed while she cried.
He opened his eyes at the smell of wood smoke. They were smoking the
hives over in the bee field. Over Ceno’s shoulder, he watched the smoke trail
away southward toward the city. He could see the Hill just visible above the pines
in the hazy distance, the Palace and Senate buildings in delicate white-marble
miniature—and the moment shattered against it, and there was nothing but Tasso,
and the orders in his saddlebag, and the cavalry column mustered and awaiting
his command on the parade ground at Vione.
hives over in the bee field. Over Ceno’s shoulder, he watched the smoke trail
away southward toward the city. He could see the Hill just visible above the pines
in the hazy distance, the Palace and Senate buildings in delicate white-marble
miniature—and the moment shattered against it, and there was nothing but Tasso,
and the orders in his saddlebag, and the cavalry column mustered and awaiting
his command on the parade ground at Vione.
About Amanda:
Amanda McCrina has studied in Italy, taught English in Japan, and
currently tutors Latin in Atlanta, Georgia. She received her BA in History from
the University of West Georgia, and is now pursuing her MA. She writes stories
that incorporate her love of history, languages, and world travel. She drinks
far too much coffee and dreams of one day having a winning fantasy-hockey
season.
currently tutors Latin in Atlanta, Georgia. She received her BA in History from
the University of West Georgia, and is now pursuing her MA. She writes stories
that incorporate her love of history, languages, and world travel. She drinks
far too much coffee and dreams of one day having a winning fantasy-hockey
season.
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