Cas lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, southern UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. Cas supports many animal charities and owns two rescue dogs. She has a large collection of cacti and loves gardening. She is also a folk singer/songwriter and is currently writing and recording nine folk-style songs to accompany each of her fantasy books. You can listen to and download all the songs from her website: www.caspeace.com
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Taran Elijah's quest for knowledge
uncovers a plot that threatens the world...
uncovers a plot that threatens the world...
In Albia, the fourth realm, the precious Artesan gift is dying. Although born
to the craft, Taran is struggling to achieve his potential. Against his
friends' advice, he embarks on a foolhardy plan to acquire the teaching he
craves. Alone, he crosses into Andaryon, the fifth realm, but instead of finding
a mentor, he stumbles upon a treacherous plot.
to the craft, Taran is struggling to achieve his potential. Against his
friends' advice, he embarks on a foolhardy plan to acquire the teaching he
craves. Alone, he crosses into Andaryon, the fifth realm, but instead of finding
a mentor, he stumbles upon a treacherous plot.
In the wake of Taran's actions, Albia suffers a series of vicious raids. Major
Sullyan of the High King's forces is sent to oppose them. But a dark and
treacherous force is moving through the realms and both Taran and Sullyan will
feel its power.
Sullyan of the High King's forces is sent to oppose them. But a dark and
treacherous force is moving through the realms and both Taran and Sullyan will
feel its power.
Snippet:
Are you
quite sure about this, Taran?” Cal’s voice echoed in the gloom as Taran Elijah
closed the cellar door behind them. He raised the lantern and sharp-edged
shadows fled up the walls.
quite sure about this, Taran?” Cal’s voice echoed in the gloom as Taran Elijah
closed the cellar door behind them. He raised the lantern and sharp-edged
shadows fled up the walls.
Taran
glanced at his Apprentice standing three steps below him and ran a hand through
his short brown hair. It came away clammy and he wiped it on his shirt. “I have
to go, Cal. It’s my last chance.”
glanced at his Apprentice standing three steps below him and ran a hand through
his short brown hair. It came away clammy and he wiped it on his shirt. “I have
to go, Cal. It’s my last chance.”
Cal frowned,
taking in Taran’s tall but sturdy frame, clad in leather pants and boots, the
sword belted at his side and the pack of supplies slung over his shoulder. He
met Taran’s hazel eyes. “What if there’s something we haven’t thought of ?”
taking in Taran’s tall but sturdy frame, clad in leather pants and boots, the
sword belted at his side and the pack of supplies slung over his shoulder. He
met Taran’s hazel eyes. “What if there’s something we haven’t thought of ?”
Trying to
keep his voice level, Taran said, “I’ve tried every way I can think of to find
another teacher. My father was right, there simply aren’t any Artesans left in
Loxton Province. Maybe even in the whole of Albia. Entering the Fifth Realm
might be dangerous, but it’s the only place I’m going to find other members of
our craft.”
keep his voice level, Taran said, “I’ve tried every way I can think of to find
another teacher. My father was right, there simply aren’t any Artesans left in
Loxton Province. Maybe even in the whole of Albia. Entering the Fifth Realm
might be dangerous, but it’s the only place I’m going to find other members of
our craft.”
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