Saturday, November 9, 2019

The Arkhel Conundrum (Book 4 of The Tears of Artamon) by Sarah Ash

Sub-genre: Epic Fantasy, Sword and Sorcery
Release date: 31st October 2019

About The Arkhel Conundrum:


“But what happened to Gavril and Kiukiu after Children of the Serpent Gate? When is the sequel coming out?”

Readers have been asking me this question ever since Book 3 of The Tears of Artamon was published – and at last I’ve had the chance to provide an answer in Book 4: The Arkhel Conundrum.

Azhkendir, land of snow and shadows, harbours many secrets – and a powerful ancient winter deity is awakened when a foreign mining company begins to strip out the rare mineral resources beneath the mountains. Old clan hatreds are stirred up. The High Steward of Azhkendir, Lord Gavril, and his wife, Spirit Singer Kiukiu, hope to seek help from the Emperor Eugene. But their onetime enemy turned ally is distracted by the prestigious competition to build a flying machine he has set up. Is someone from their past trying to destabilize the fragile peace of the empire? Or are there supernatural forces involved? The Magus, Kaspar Linnaius, may have the answers...but he has disappeared and no one knows where he is or how to contact him.


Excerpt:


The last blood-red streaks were fading from the darkening sky when a biting wind began to blow off the mountains. Suddenly Gavril found himself half-blinded by a blizzard, scarcely able to make out the form of Askold ahead of him as they rode in single file.

            “Your orders, my lord?” Askold turned around in the saddle.
            Gavril reined his roan mare Krasa to a halt. “Abandon the search.” He had to shout to make himself heard above the howling of the wind.
            Why didn’t we turn back sooner? We saw the snow clouds massing over the Kharzhgylls.
             “There’s shelter up ahead!” Askold called. “Follow me.”
Gavril turned Krasa’s head to go after Askold and Gorian. And then as the blizzard’s first fury began to abate, he realized that they were riding between the thick trunks of tall pines and firs. The branches acted as a filter, although as they swayed in the violent gusts, they occasionally deposited clumps of wet snow onto the bent heads of the horsemen.
Kerjhenezh Forest. 
“Not much further now,” came back Askold’s voice faintly.
Gavril could hardly see in front of him for the swirling of the wind-driven snow. His feet and hands were frozen, in spite of the warmth of the thick, fur-lined coat he was wearing (one of his father’s) and his sturdy leather boots. He had lost all sense of direction. I must get Askold to teach me how to find my way in a blizzard.
The bitter chill was growing stronger, seeping through every pore of his body. He felt as if his blood was freezing in his veins, turning his body to ice.
            He blinked away the snowflakes encrusting his lashes as Krasa slowed to a stop and swiveled around in the saddle to look for the other druzhina who had been riding behind him.
There was no one there.
How could we have become separated so easily?
            “Askold!” Gavril shouted but the thickly falling snow soaked up the sound of his voice. “Gorian!” His throat burned with the cold as he drew in another breath to shout again.
            Krasa suddenly gave a shudder and whinnied, baring her teeth.
            “What’s the matter, girl?” Gavril whispered in her ear. “Easy, now.” The mare began to jitter about nervously and he hoped that she hadn’t scented wolves. This is one time when I need the blood-bond between me and my druzhina. Yet since Khezef had left him, he had not once been able to reawaken the link the Drakhaoul had forged between the Drakhaon and his bodyguard.
            “Why are you trespassing in my domain, Drakhaon?” The voice throbbed through him, piercing as the whine of the wintry blast around the peaks of the Kharzhgylls.
            Your domain?” Gavril peered through the blizzard A cloaked woman was standing before him, staring challengingly at him from silvery eyes as cold as shards of translucent ice. Eyes like the Magus’s . . . or the Drakhaoul Za’afiel, the Spinner of Winds.


About Sarah Ash:




Sarah Ash trained as a musician. However, writing fiction has allowed her to explore her fascination with the way mythology and history overlap and interact. She returned to fantasy series The Tears of Artamon in The Arkhel Conundrum (2019)  the fourth in the trilogy (!) after readers kept asking her what happened to Gavril and Kiukiu after Children of the Serpent Gate.  Her other novels include Tide Dragons which draws on the ancient Japanese legend of the Tide Jewels and the lifestyle of the Heian imperial court. Sarah is Reviews Editor for Anime UK News and writes regularly about her love of anime and manga. She also runs ‘Nobody Knew She Was There’ a Guest Blog featuring other genre authors at www.sarah-ash.com @sarah_ash7

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