Title: Fire And Ice
Series: Storm of Arranon, #2
Author: R E Sheahan
Published: Rule of Three Press, January 2013
Links to Book One: [goodreads][createspace]
A dark evil rises. A world on the threshold of destruction. A crossing into a mysterious realm. The journey begins.
Newly commissioned Interceptor fighter pilot, Erynn Yager, knows sacrifice. Her battle against a brutal alien enemy intent on destroying her two worlds set her on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, all while struggling to gain control of her secret abilities. With the alien threat crushed, Erynn believes the worst is behind her. She settles in to experience first love and a changed life on a hidden military base deep inside a glacier-covered mountain on Arranon.
Her peaceful existence can’t last.
Dhoran, the evil sovereign of Arranon’s underworld has risen from the dead to possess an unwilling human. Dhoran’s powers grow while he plots a war that may plunge Arranon onto a path of destruction neither realm will survive. Arranon is pulled into chaos as violence spreads across the planet.
Drawn first in visions, Erynn enters a diverse world beneath Arranon’s surface, a realm teeming with danger, mystery, and beauty. The battle thrusts her into an uncharted kingdom, intensifying her connection to the heart and soul of the living Arranon.
Today, I’m so thrilled to have Robynn Sheahan joining us!
Robynn is the author of the Storm of Arranon series.
She is going to give us some inside scoop about her life as a writer as well as her plan for the series. She is also going to talk about what inspired her to come up with the idea of this sci-fi, paranormal fantasy world in the Storm of Arranon.
As a special bonus, Robynn is offering us a glimpse into Fire and Ice, the second book in the Storm of Arranon series. I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt. 🙂
About the Storm of Arranon Series
By R E Sheahan
I am often asked what inspired Erynn’s worlds and the Storm of Arranon series, at this time set to be five books.
Hmmm, five books?
Fire and Ice is the second in the series, the third and fourth are written in a rough draft, and the fifth will come to life during NaNoWriMo this year!
Okay, back to inspiration. For Storm of Arranon, it was, well, Star Wars. I loved Luke’s innocence and insecurities, the basic Good vs Evil plot, and no matter how hopeless the situation seemed, they never gave up.
Then the “what ifs” started. This lead to my writing one hundred and ten thousand words of I guess what would be called fan fiction. I had the work edited and along with a great education on the basic rules of writing, I learned that without an invitation from higher powers, I could never publish what I had written.
The challenge was thrown before me. “Why don’t you write your own story?”
So I did.
More “what ifs” came in the form of dark nights filled with bright stars, snowflakes falling on the deep green of a forest, and wind sighing in the trees.
There are the brainstorming sessions with critique partners and other writers. Often accomplished standing in dark parking lots, a dense fog swirling in the breeze and shadow shapes crouched, watching under bushes and beyond buildings.
I read. All kinds of books. I listen to music. All kinds of music. I hear conversations in grocery stores, restaurants, and (oops!) from the characters in my head. The more I allow these characters to express themselves, the better the story.
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Excerpt from Fire and Ice
By R E Sheahan
Erynn opened her eyes. The sun glowed a fiery orange, setting on a slate-gray sea tipped with gentle whitecaps. A bloody red sky blended into hues of deep purple. The heat from the sun had eased to a comfortable warmth. The bed of aggravating sand was gone. Instead, a soft material soothed her irritated skin.
“Sunburn?” Her voice was a low harsh whisper.
A dark silhouette rose before her, blocking out the setting sun. “Sunburn?” He chuckled. “Hardly. Try frostbite, or nearly that bad. The maejen kept you as warm as they could. Without them, you surely would have died.”
Erynn turned her head and gazed into the dim yellow light reflecting off a tent cover. The material dimpled and bounced. Wind howled outside. Maejen added their song to the raging storm.
He chuckled again. “They know you are awake.”
“Who?” Erynn frowned and reached out to the solid form eclipsing the light.
He took her hand and placed her palm over his heart. “Jaer.”
A slow, steady beat pulsed under her fingers. His skin was warm and soft. “Jaer?” Her frown deepened, tightening her forehead. “Then I’m not awake.” She leaned into him. “But I’ll take what I can get. A dream of you will do.” The words croaked out of her dry throat.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Then go back to sleep, Kipa.”
Erynn stiffened and swallowed. She grimaced at the pain in her throat. “Already am, remember? Would you answer me?” She licked her chapped lips. “Who knows I’m awake? I mean, if I was,” she whispered hoarsely.
“The maejen.” His voice was muffled against her hair. “They came to the base. Showed me where to find you.” His arms tightened around her. “They saved your life.”
She relaxed. “Hmmm. Okay. But you should know we decided not to keep score.” She shivered and snuggled into him, taking his heat. Her nose pressed against his bare chest, and she breathed in the spicy scent of him.
His leg crossed over and enfolded her. “You and the maejen came to this agreement?” His exhaled air was warm. “I am not sure I will ever get used to this…connection you share.”
Erynn’s teeth chattered. “Yes…agreement.”