Rise
of Dresca
The
Draemeir Chronicle, #1
by
Tim McKay
Genre:
YA Dark Fantasy Horror
From the pits of an ancient darkness, a new power is rising.
Ceremai has fallen.
After a decade of struggle for independence, a fledgling nation collapses under the unrelenting force of invasion.
Join an unlikely band of allies on a journey beset by shadow and intrigue, pulled by the strings of fate to the source of a new evil.
A lord’s daughter turns assassin. An orphan girl discovers her power. A captain plots in vain.
And the last soldier of Ceremai finds his destiny.
Witness the dawn of a new age, and learn if what evil intended for harm…
… can become something far more terrible.
Action-packed
and filled with a healthy dose of magic, mayhem, and fantastical
lore, Rise of Dresca is a phenomenal start to what promises to be a
riveting epic fantasy series.
– Pikasho Deka from Readers’
Favorite
IF you are looking for a relentless, action,
rage-filled dark fantasy book, then look no further than “Rise of
Dresca”. WOW! This is bestselling material right here!
– Julio
Carlos at Scribble’s Worth Book Reviews
Rise
of Dresca by Tim McKay is a spellbinding journey into the heart of a
mesmerizing monster-filled fantasy realm. Seamlessly blending
captivating storytelling with vivid world-building, this teen and YA
monster fantasy will have readers utterly entranced from the very
first page.
– Demetria Head for A Look Inside Book Reviews
“I’m not much of a teacher,” said Sevora. She unclipped her scabbard and pulled the long blade free.
“I’ll bet,” said Datha with a snicker, just loud enough to regret it when Sevora sent him her most withering look.
“I’ll do my best to keep up,” said Vald. As he pulled Seth’s korossa from its worn scabbard, the blade seemed to ring. Sevora could have sworn she saw a faint blue light glimmer along its edge. She’d have shrugged it off if not for Seth’s wide eyes, which quickly turned serious.
Vald handed the scabbard to Seth, then twisted the sword in a narrow flourish, gripping hard on the hilt and shifting down into a stance Sevora recognized. Vald wasn’t showing off. She was about to be challenged.
She drew herself up. “Read… ahem… ready?”
Vald nodded.
Sevora shot forward, left arm straightened and her sword piercing the air where Vald’s bulk had been. He’d stepped left, pivoting and catching her blade with a stiff but powerful undercut. The force pulled her arm up and around so she stumbled two steps over.
She’d left her side open and knew what was coming. Vald closed in with a sweeping diagonal slash that her hasty defense barely caught. He pressed his korossa on hers and it took all her strength to keep her own blade from digging into her shoulder. Their eyes locked.
For the first time since the dragon swarms flew east, she was afraid.
Instead of resisting, Sevora pushed down and let Vald’s momentum work for her. She tried to draw her blade over his but he read her motion and followed, keeping the blades locked and directing the movement of both swords, first right, then left, then up, then down. Their duel became a dance, swords pivoting around the point where the blades touched as both wielders twisted and turned. Sevora’s arms barely kept up, and her korossa pulled her by the hilt like a child being pulled on a leash.
A Kosen blade-lock. She saw a chance and took it, stepping into the tangle of blades and forcing Vald back with another failed stab. But now her sword was free.
Vald resumed his attack with tenacity and endurance she hadn’t expected. She was using every shred of her focus and it was barely enough to hold him at bay.
Their swords collided overhead, three sharp clacks. When she tried a wider swipe, he caught her blade in another lock and they fell back into the dance. This time she followed his sweeping motion as much as he followed hers, and when the swords came apart she jumped forward with her arms high.
Another series of quick strikes above their heads, another Kosen lock. When they came free, both Sevora and Vald instinctively flourished their blades, Vald returning to his stiff opening stance and Sevora turning her momentum into a spinning horizontal attack. Their blades met in the middle with a clear ring.
Tim McKay is a writer, editor, and marketer from Ottawa, Canada. He used to be a pastor, still cares about good and evil, and still strives to create meaningful experiences for others. He has degrees in history, theology, and public policy, along with a diploma in professional writing, but likes nothing more than hiking in the woods, running along the Rideau Canal, and connecting with the people he loves. Oh, and reading a good book.
This story sounds really interesting.
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DeleteThis sounds like an excellent read. Nice cover.
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