Release date: December 15, 2017
Subgenre: YA fantasy
About The Lion of Ackbarr:
“Primal forest, dim light and the muscular grace of a large predator
sliding through the undergrowth. Mika twitched, caught up in her dream.
Gnats swarmed above the moss coated pools. The crashing of beasts in the
distance and the humming of bees. She threaded her way through,
blinking in the green light.”
Fifteen year old Mika is to be married to a foreign boy she has only met once, despite her family mourning the recent disappearance of her twin brother, Kaylan. Forced to live in a strange land, far from her home in Cassai, she is resigned to her life as a lady until the day she discovers her new family dead around her. Mika escapes the city and disguises herself to travel to Ackbarr, certain she will discover the real reason for her brother’s disappearance.
Meanwhile, her dreams are filled with a predator stalking the forests of her homeland. Dreams that leave her trembling with the taste of blood.
Fifteen year old Mika is to be married to a foreign boy she has only met once, despite her family mourning the recent disappearance of her twin brother, Kaylan. Forced to live in a strange land, far from her home in Cassai, she is resigned to her life as a lady until the day she discovers her new family dead around her. Mika escapes the city and disguises herself to travel to Ackbarr, certain she will discover the real reason for her brother’s disappearance.
Meanwhile, her dreams are filled with a predator stalking the forests of her homeland. Dreams that leave her trembling with the taste of blood.
Excerpt:
The wedding day came too soon for Mika. Tense with nerves, she woke
early for once and tiptoed out of the room. Alma was breathing
lightly, curled into a ball on her bed next to the wall. Mika
slipped into the garden before the servants saw her, enjoying the
respite. The sun had risen, the dew fresh on the grass, the wind
rippling through the trees beyond. She was light headed, not
believing today would be her last day here.
She’d dressed without thinking, slid into her old clothes, a tunic
and trousers left over from her brother. They’d been stuffed into a
pile under her bed, dusty from the weeks of not wearing them. She
stretched her legs and revelled in the freedom to walk properly,
not having to worry about how her dresses were draped and having
them catch her stride.
Her boots became damp from the dew as she walked to her favourite
spot, a bench close to the wall and she sat, enjoying the coolness.
The sun’s light warmed the red tiles of the house, the cook house’s
fire had just been lit, dark smoke hung in the air, misting the
deeper green of the broad leafed forest behind. A sigh escaped her,
the smell of grass, the calls and distant laughter of the guards
changing over. Home, secure in the garden her mother tended,
coaxing the plants to do their best in the poor soil. Flowervines
clambered and humped over the trellis fencing between the paths, a
tiny stream sparkled around carefully placed boulders, the cream
walls of the house and small deep windows. Tears prickled her eyes
at the thought of leaving.
Leaning against the wall, she wondered what would happen if she
climbed the wall and ran away. The idea tugged at her. It would be
easy, the wall wasn’t high. Leave this whole business behind, live
as she wanted to. The idea expanded, filling the whole of her,
becoming a longing, a desperation. To stride through the woods,
like in her dreams, a tingling passed over her skin and she
shivered.
The tugging ceased as she heard her mother call and the scent of
the flowervines filled her nostrils. Her mother was looking for
her. She stayed quiet. The consequences of running? Whilst she was
headstrong, she wasn’t stupid. She didn’t know enough about
surviving out there. She’d be found and brought back in disgrace.
Whether she would marry after that, she didn’t know, but there
would be punishment.
Mika sighed again and stood, she had to go through with this, maybe
it wouldn’t be so bad. He was good looking in his own foreign way,
maybe they could learn to love one another or at least respect each
other. Her mother saw her coming out and she realised from the
unguarded expression on her face that similar thoughts had been
running through her mother’s head.
Expecting a scolding for being in her old clothes, she was
surprised to receive a hug and have fingers run through her hair.
“I will remember you like this. Do not forget yourself.” Mika found
the concept ominous considering she was expected to marry out and
be someone she wasn’t.
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About Erme Lander:
More frog than princess, Erme Lander lives in Gloucestershire,
England.
My hobbies when not reading books are dancing, motorcycling,
playing my accordion and karate, although not all at the same time.
And daydreaming. I’ll daydream in the bath, on the sofa, in bed at
that time in the night when all decent folk are snoring and allow
the images to pass over my brain. But I’ve never actually written
them down, until last year when a certain vampire wouldn’t leave me
in peace. I’m still dealing with the fallout...
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