Monday, April 30, 2018

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Road of a Warrior (The Silvan, #2) by R.K. Lander

Book Blurb:

Road of a Warrior(The Silvan Book II) by R.K. Lander

Genre: YA Epic Fantasy

Release Date: April 28th 2018

A light in the forest, a king returned, a past to claim …

Fel’annár is an immortal half-blood warrior from the Deep Forest, an orphan whose questions were never answered. With a dream of becoming a Silvan captain in an army ruled by the Alpine elves, he is sent to protect a prince of the realm on a journey to Tar’eastór, land of the mighty Alpine elves and of Fel’annár’s own father – whoever he was.

His nascent powers that emerged during his first patrol as a novice warrior will continue to evolve as his shrouded past finally surfaces. The truth he never thought to hear will thrust him onto a path strewn with political intrigue, discrimination, danger and self-discovery.

Meanwhile, a failing king will rise from the ashes of grief and reclaim his place as leader of the Great Forest. Warriors will battle the enemy on the borders, while at court, councillors will clash over the racial divide that is pulling them apart.

They say that civil war is coming, but one elf can avoid it – if he can embrace his past, control his powers and accept the role he is destined to play.

From warrior to master and beyond, Fel’annár is The Silvan who can restore peace in the Great Forest, or cast it into eternal chaos.

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The Origins of The Company

Fifty-two years ago, three children were born in Lan Taria, land of light, deep in the forests of Ea Uaré. One, was a strapping great lad, another was utterly beautiful and the third - the third child was wise...

Fel’annár –Green Sun – Hwind’atór (The Whirling Warrior)

Now then. Who would have said, that in this very village of Lan Taria, the greatest warrior our land has ever seen would be born? 'Tis an honour we all carry with us  wherever we go, and when polite conversation requires we state our origins, we smile, wide and joyous for we, are of Lan Taria! It is our claim to fame for we are his people, we are the elves who watched him grow, that shared the secrets that shrouded his begetting in a haze of Silvan conspiracy. But of that I will not speak, for who can say who may read these, my humble thoughts ...

A more beautiful child I have never seen, none of us had, but the silvery locks upon his head, the fine nose and cheek bones, these were not Silvan features but Alpine and for that he would be mocked. Alpine child born of Silvan lands, a child that wanted to be Silvan with all his heart, in spite of his face, in spite of his unknown father.

But with time came friendship and soon, the days of mockery were no more. Fel’annár would battle straw Sand Lords and mud Deviants, wielding his mighty branch sword while he hoisted up his baggy pants lest someone see his peachy backside – not that he could be bothered for he would be a captain! A Silvan captain; nothing else mattered.

Idernon – The Wise Warrior

Ah yes, the Wise Warrior. Such an enigmatic child he was as many still remember. Born in the same year as Fel’annár, both children became as brothers, along with Ramien. Oh the dreams they shared, the plans they made! We still remember their childish giggles, still blissfully unaware of the horrors of war.

And yet in one thing, Idernon began to shine for you see, his mind was sharp - extraordinarily so. He began to question the statements of others, refute their arguments much to his mother's embarrassment. He would correct the reasoning of his elders and make no excuses for doing so. There was no stopping the mite and so, in his free time, he would sit and read, read, read! Every book on philosophy, on faulty reasoning, on refuting, on ethics and fallacies, every morsel of knowledge that was to be had in our humble library had been borrowed by the infant philosopher, and promptly devoured, as fiercely as Fel’annár used to gulp his pea soup; and let me tell you, my friends, that was a marvel to behold, if not somewhat disconcerting to Amareth, who would always fret over the ensuing flatulence and awful bouts of burbing. I, however, would laugh my Silvan head off, for is it not true? Peas are veritably the Devil’s grapes.

Ramien – Wall of Stone

In that same year, a strapping lad was born. Now, I am a kind elf, and I will admit that 'strapping' is a euphemism - yes - for you see, Ramien was, quite simply, the largest baby any of us in Lan Taria had ever seen. His poor mother had a turn when he was finally laid against her breast, her face frozen in confusion, for how could she have produced such a massive child? I cannot say I disagreed but I am nothing if not discreet. His father fussed and tutted and then would leave on long walks. I think he was worried that his son was deformed for his features were not fine and lovely but thick, strong and meaty. 

What were the Gods thinking, I wonder? For his mother was not large at all, and neither was his father. Both parents were of, shall we say normal proportions and yet this lad....

We knew then, the kind of childhood he would have, for children are cruel in their learning, whatever their race. It is a necessary evil, I think, in order to become kind and empathic but that is just me.

Idernon was always at his side with a wise word and a comforting hand, and the gentle giant would smile down at his friend - nay his brother. He would say nothing, but the Wise Warrior read it all behind his kind, blue eyes. 'Thank you', he would say, 'I will protect you', he would promise. And to this day he does, for to say one word out of line to Idernon or Fel’annár, is to gamble your very life. There is a glitter in his eye and a pinch to his jaw that brings fear so great - I was once told by the village butcher, that his own son was rump-faced enough to call the child a troll, and not just any troll but a muck troll. Of course the wantwit was in the company of some of the more daring children, so caught up in his childish games of dominance he had not realised the strange smile that had come across Ramien’s face.

Wantwit indeed, for suffice it to say that we still remember the whites of his eyes and the stench of his breeches. Later though, he would boast of his first encounter with a member of The Company and the friendship they would later find.

Fel’annár, Idernon and Ramien were the founding members of The Company, the greatest of Elven patrols for amongst them rides our lord, the one we have protected for fifty-two years. Now, it is time for him to shine.

Marhené. The Silvan Chronicles, Book III


Author Bio:

I am one of the biggest elf geeks I have ever met. First inspired by the world of Tolkien, I began writing short stories, until the idea of the Silvan popped into my head. That was no short story but a sprawling 900 pages of epic fantasy.

The Silvan ismy first published work, an epic / military fantasy with paranormal overtones. The story revolves around the figure of a Silvan elf, Fel'annar. The first in the series, Path of a Novice was published April 2017 and the second book is due to launch 28th April, 2018. A projected third book should be available in 2019.

I love connecting with readers, so please pop in and say hello. I’d love to hear your feedback and comments.


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