I'm hosting, today, a promo on Christy Nicholas's latest historical fantasy release, Misfortune of Song (Druid's Brooch #5), as a part of the ongoing release blitz. Also find an excerpt for your enjoyment.
Misfortune of Song
Christy Nicholas
(Druid's Brooch #5)
Published: April 4, 2018 by Tirgearr Publishing
In 12th century Ireland, all Maelan wants is to do his duty to his Chief and maintain his family’s good name. However, his granddaughter Orlagh, is hell bent on wreaking havoc, with no care for the consequences
When Orlagh falls in love with an itinerant bard, Maelan must rule with an iron fist to keep her from running away. However, her rebellion against his strictures results in disaster and he almost loses her in the same way he lost his beloved wife.
Maelan must make some difficult decisions and bargains with the Fae to save his granddaughter’s life and future. Can he save her happiness as well?
Come explore the world of pre-Norman Ireland in this historical fantasy adventure. A combination of adventure, romance, fantasy and historical fiction, Misfortune of Song is book five in The Druid’s Brooch Series. While each book works fine as a stand-alone novel, the series will have, ultimately, three trilogies for a total of nine books.
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Maelan stood, stunned. Orlagh, asking for emancipation? For him abusing his power? All he did was what every good grandparent did—arrange for his ward’s best future in any way he could. He had set up a good, strong marriage contract for her. What else should he do?
He should have said something when she came in to petition the chief. The glare of hatred and betrayal in her eyes when she glanced at him had stopped any protest. Did she truly believe he had done this out of some sort of malice? Well, perhaps malice at that wastrel bard, but not toward her, the granddaughter of his heart.
His heart grew tight and painful. Maelan glared as Orlagh left with Eolande, and wanted to jump up and run after them, but that was impossible. She’d asked to be free of him and had been granted her freedom. He had no right to call her to task now. She’d become a free woman.
He was not given to weeping, but he fought back the impossible surge of tears which threatened to burst forth. Rather than requesting leave, he slipped out the door. If the chief noticed, he said nothing. Maelan concentrated on his steps. One two, one two, one two. When he reached his roundhouse, he shoved the door open and slammed it shut. He didn’t recall walking to his bed, but he did remember how hard he sat. His rump recalled the impact for some time later, but he was now free to let loose the shameful tears of his loss.
Maelan was unused to crying. A warrior of the Gael did not cry often. Grief is permitted when a loved one dies, but anything less is considered the will of God. Still, his heart broke with pain and loss.
A timid knock on his door made him sniff mightily to clear his stuffed nose. When the door opened to reveal Eógan, Maelan managed a weak smile.
His friend leaned casually against the door. “Ah, I thought I’d find you here. Why are you mulling about? You should have followed her at once. A woman always wants to be followed when she huffs off in anger. Haven’t you yet learned this, my friend?”
Maelan stared at Eógan. “Are you quite mad? Did you not hear what the chief said? She is no longer under my protection or my will. She is her own woman now. I have no right to go after her.”
The younger man rolled his eyes. “Since when did right ever have anything to do with a woman’s heart?”
Maelan growled. “This is my granddaughter, not a wanton lover.”
“The principle is the same, no matter who the woman is, Maelan. Go after her, or regret your decision forever. Do you really want her wandering around on her own, with no money, no resources, and no protection?”
Maelan crossed his arms and scowled. “That is exactly what she requested and exactly what the chief granted her.”
Eógan didn’t answer at first. Instead, he rummaged through the items hanging on pegs near Maelan’s door until he found a large shoulder bag. Then he pulled out several drawers and stuffed items of clothing in them with little care for their previously precise folding.
“Hey! Stop that!”
Still, Eógan gave no response. He dunked a waterskin in the water bucket until the leather glugged full. Then he put the pack on his shoulder, slung the waterskin over the pack, grabbed Maelan’s spear from the corner, and stood near the door. “Well? Are you coming or not?”
About the Author:
Celtic Fairies, Fables, and Folklore! Bestselling author (top #100 Amazon Canada, #1 in Paranormal Fantasy, Amazon Canada)
Christy Nicholas, also known as Green Dragon, is an author, artist and accountant. After she failed to become an airline pilot, she quit her ceaseless pursuit of careers that begin with 'A', and decided to concentrate on her writing. Since she has Project Completion Disorder, she is one of the few authors with NO unfinished novels.
Christy has her hands in many crafts, including digital art, beaded jewelry, writing, and photography. In real life, she's a CPA, but having grown up with art all around her (her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are/were all artists), it sort of infected her, as it were.
She wants to expose the incredible beauty in this world, hidden beneath the everyday grime of familiarity and habit, and share it with others. She uses characters out of time and places infused with magic and myth.
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