Greetings!
I am a multi-award-winning fantasy writer living in Spain, and I’m happy you’ve come over! Please, take a look around and read a few chapters of my latest project, Celts and the Mad Goddess, the first book of The Deathless Chronicle.
Unleash a plague or spend eternity in a rat’s skin?
“Darkcliff masterfully weaves action, revenge and madness in this wild fantasy.” Indies Today.
Life is short and cheap in Nero’s Rome, especially in the arena. One gladiator might never die,though, but if she dies, millions will curse the day she was born.
Celts and the Gladiator coming out in August.
Rawena had felt Arvasia’s tears fall on her face. She had seen her and Garux twitch at the sound coming from the bushes and run from the attackers. She had heard the faint sounds of the skirmish. Then a long silence came, and she stared at the full moon, trying to understand. The moon stared back at her through the branches of an oak tree, offering no answers.
Something rustled by the creek, and Rawena feared that Pandemia would come and snatch her. The rustle ended, and a moment later, numerous footsteps came from the other side of the woods. Her mother rushed into Rawena’s field of view and dropped to her knees, wailing.
Continue reading “Celts and the Mad Goddess, chapter seven”In her panic, Arvasia had gotten lost in the woods while running from Rawena. When she heard the bell, she dashed toward the sound for help.
Rawena had also heard it, though, and she must have guessed Arvasia’s intentions. She had caught and overcome Arvasia near the gate shortly before Garux sneaked out to look for them.
Rawena made her walk back to the creek, grasping her hair and pressing the point of the dagger against her back. Arvasia wondered whether it was the eclipse that made her sister so mad yet so cold-blooded.
Continue reading “Celts and the Mad Goddess, chapter six”The Earth’s shadow obscured the moon completely, plunging the world into the dark. The moon turned crimson, like the sun on a hot summer evening, and painted the woods in gory hues. A small, thin cloud rushed over the moon’s angry face, turning red before disappearing into the sky’s blackness.
Garux had seen no signs of Rawena, and when the moon rose high above the eastern woods, he turned back to meet Arvasia and Seneusia by the gate. As he passed the deer trail, he felt tempted to go to the basin to see if Arvasia was still there. Then he realized she could already be home, and he kept walking straight.
Continue reading “Celts and the Mad Goddess, chapter five”