Release date: September 3, 2017
Subgenre: Historical fantasy
About Errant:
The Wanderers could see the future: civil war and destruction. They could not change it.
Enter
a world of magic and gods, battles and plagues, during a time when
honor and valor still meant something. In the remnants of a lost empire,
queens and kings, sages and soldiers come together in a time of sorrow –
at the edge of the eastern steppes, the hordes of the new Serpent God
are gathering to invade the Realm.
His family dead in a night attack, and chased by Serpentists, Codrin, the legitimate heir of Arenia, runs for his life into the wilderness. The life he knew was over.
His family dead in a night attack, and chased by Serpentists, Codrin, the legitimate heir of Arenia, runs for his life into the wilderness. The life he knew was over.
Trained to fight by a renegade from the Assassins Order, Codrin has only one friend left in the whole world – his sword – but he is destined for a future he has yet to realize. A future that will decide the fate of the Realm.
Filled with mystery, magic and adventure, Errant is by turns dark medieval fantasy and touching love story. An epic tale of valor, in a fantasy world we will fall in love with.
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Excerpt:
Tired, Malin blinked the tears of blood from his eyes and grunted
against a surge of panic. They were surrounded, fighting for their
lives. Betrayal. During the first attack, his left wing had left
him and joined Orban’s army. Swords flashed, and bodies fell under
the thrashing hooves. Arrows rained down. Men cried out to Fate. This betrayal was the Master Sage’s work, he thought bitterly.
In the fight, Malin had lost his helmet, and he
twisted when a longsword arced towards his head. At the last
moment, he lifted up his shield to deflect it. The impact ran
through his entire body, but he managed to stay in the saddle. His
sword swung, and the man in front of him fell, eyes and mouth wide
open. Desperate, he could taste sweat and blood, and yet, even as
he fought, Malin thought not of himself, but of his wife and
children. That strengthened him. Turning his horse abruptly, he
drove away two enemy riders on his right. They almost collided,
giving him a moment of respite, and Malin looked west, in the
direction from which help might come. The sunset was the color of
spilled blood.
“Ah!”he gasped, twisting away as a flying
spear pierced through the ring mail and drove deep into his chest.
Pain exploded inside him, and he did not realize that he was
falling from his horse.
As consciousness faded, he thought again of his
wife. My love, I am sorry to leave you alone. The noise of the battle vanished together with the pain in his
body. Darkness came, then light, and he blinked at this new,
peaceful world. A woman walked toward him, her white dress
absorbing the light of the sunset. Shadowed, her face remained
hidden. Wife... What are you doing here? The last of the sunshine, and the translucent glow from her
clothes, finally revealed her face.
“Who are you?”
“The Last Empress, the Maiden Empress, the
White Light of the Wanderers. I have many names.”
“You are dead. You died ... six hundred years
ago.”
“Stand up.”
Unwillingly, he obeyed, and stared at the
woman, then at his own translucent body, then at the corpse in the
grass, a dark red gash in its chest. It was his battered body,
lying alone on what was a bloody battlefield just moments ago. The
valley was silent and peaceful. The grass was green, with no traces
of blood. Unable to take his eyes from the body in the grass, he
touched the place where the wound should have been in his new body.
He found nothing. “I am...”
“Dead.”
“Can you send me back? My wife and children
need me.”
“I can’t.” The Empress shook her head. “But you still
can help them. Dochia, the Wanderer, who is my disciple and a
friend to your wife, will help them. I am not saying that they are
safe. No one is safe in a failed kingdom ravaged by forty years of
civil war.”
“And my son?”
“He will survive with them.” And he will betray them. She raised her translucent hand, and a pearl, its texture an echo
of her skin, materialized in her palm. She blew gently, and the
pearl flew toward Malin. It touched his chest and vanished inside
him.
I wish my son was older and stronger. “How can I help them?” he asked, bitterly, touching the place
where the pearl had vanished inside him; there was no pain.
We have much to do, Malin, but first, you must meet Tudor, your
twin brother. He will die tomorrow. The Prophecy is in tatters, and
everything now rests on the shoulders of a fifteen-year-old boy and
of your daughters, who are even younger. If they fail, there will
be only ashes and ruins on the continent. The Serpent God will soon
initiate the Fracture and destroy everything. “I have given you enough Light to enter your wife’s dreams and
guide her. Come now.” The last Empress of the Alban Empire, founder
of Order of the Wanderers, stretched out her arm and, clasping his
hand, she pulled him aloft. Surprised, he did not resist and,
below, his prone body became smaller and smaller until it vanished
from sight. “From up here, you can see many things.”
Far away, toward the west, Malin could see his
castle.
“It’s too early to go there,” the Empress said,
gently. And too dangerous.
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About Florian Armas:
Florian Armas writes science fiction and fantasy, including the Chronicle of the Seer series.
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