Rebecca Gomez Farrell
Published by: Meerkat Press
Publication date: August 22nd 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
To end a civil war, Lansera’s King Turyn relinquished a quarter of his kingdom to create Medua, exiling all who would honor greed over valor to this new realm on the other side of the mountains. The Meduans and Lanserim have maintained an uneasy truce for two generations, but their ways of life are as compatible as oil and water.
When Vesperi, a Meduan noblewoman, kills a Lanserim spy with a lick of her silver flame, she hopes the powerful display of magic will convince her father to name her as his heir. She doesn’t know the act will draw the eye of the tyrannical Guj, Medua’s leader, or that the spy was the brother of Serrafina Gavenstone, the fiancèe of Turyn’s grandson, Prince Janto. As Janto sets out for an annual competition on the mysterious island of Braven, Serra accepts an invitation to study with the religious Brotherhood, hoping for somewhere to grieve her brother’s murder in peace. What she finds instead is a horror that threatens both countries, devouring all living things and leaving husks of skin in its wake.
To defeat it, Janto and Serra must learn to work together with the only person who possesses the magic that can: the beautiful Vesperi, whom no one knows murdered Serra’s brother. An ultimate rejection plunges Vesperi forward toward their shared destiny, with the powerful Guj on her heels and the menacing beating of unseen wings all about.
Readers of all ages will enjoy Wings Unseen, Rebecca Gomez Farrell’s first full-length novel. It is a fully-imagined epic fantasy with an unforgettable cast of characters.
In all but one career aptitude test Rebecca Gomez Farrell has taken, writer has been the #1 result. But when she tastes the salty air and hears the sea lions bark, she wonders if maybe sea captain was the right choice after all. Currently marooned in Oakland, CA, Becca is an associate member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America. Her short stories, which run the gamut of speculative fiction genres, have been published by Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Pulp Literature, the Future Fire, Typehouse Literary Magazine, and an upcoming story in theDark, Luminous Wings anthology from Pole to Pole Publishing among others. Maya’s Vacation, her contemporary romance novella, is available from Clean Reads. She is thrilled to have Meerkat Press publish her debut novel.
Becca’s food, drink, and travel writing, which has appeared in local media in CA and NC, can primarily be found at her blog, The Gourmez. For a list of all her published work, fiction and nonfiction, check out her author website at RebeccaGomezFarrell.com.
"I cannot bring your tornian to you until you tell me what it is, dear brother." Vesperi glared at Uzziel openly—they were alone. Only a mounted replica of the family sigil kept them company, a welded, six-foot-long viper so old the blackened metal was visible beneath the green paint. Its garnet eyes gleamed with more life than there'd ever been in her brother's muddied ones.
Uzziel pointed at a peculiar object lying against the southern wall, a white club with a thin, metal circle projecting from its top. Light from the window glinted off its rim.
She handed it over to him.
"It's sharp, you know." He waved it, and Vesperi jumped to avoid the slim fillet of metal. “It's not a toy at all. Father let me have it." Another swing. "It's for beheading people. First you club them." He demonstrated the motion with vigor. "Then you slide the loop over their head and pull. Lorne told me all the lords' sons have one at court."
Doubtless, he had. Lorne was the eldest son of one of her suitors, Lord Cavallen Granich. Lord Granich had left the sixteen-year-old at Sellwyn to give credence to his offer for her hand. "A daughter for a son," he'd said, as though it were no more important than trading an old feather pillow for a new one. Yet the arrangement had made her feel valued until he spoke again. "Surely, you cannot say I would get the better deal now."
Lord Granich had left Lorne as a ward and returned to Qiltyn to await Lord Sellwyn's decision. Vesperi had thought the lord a simpleton, but his son was cleverer than she liked. With his constant preening at Uzziel's side, she doubted she was the prize Lord Granich sought. Lorne’s pluck, attempting to take Sellwyn Manor right from under her father's nose, was admirable.
Uzziel waved the club so lustily that he drooled. He paid no mind to the spit; he never did. Why should he, when Vesperi spent her days hiding such weaknesses for him? She pulled the rag off her belt and wiped his face more roughly than probably was wise.
With no warning, the blade of the tornian bit into her skin like a jocal fly, burning. She clutched her sliced forearm where it grazed her, leaving an audaciously red, itching scratch. She cursed and pressed the rag against it.
Uzziel laughed. She spat at him. The ingrate looked like he'd pissed himself in shock, but then he took a deep breath and screamed. "Guards!"
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