Book Info:
Title: Primordial Dust
Author:
Sarah Daltry
Genre: Fantasy
(Romance/YA)
Blurb:
A princess, trained to behave. An
assassin, betrothed to her. A thief, whose eyes she dreams of at night. A
kingdom at war, torn apart by the suppression of magic and truth, as well as
family secrets that threaten to destroy decades of peace.
Questions of loyalty, of morality,
and of free will culminate in a fantasy novel about forging one’s own path and
choosing one’s own destiny.
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Excerpt:
There
are no woods in Demoria, so our hunt is along the back of the city, in a
massive canyon. Demorians do not ride, as the area is not very large to
traverse, but they do use the uneven terrain to their advantage. We settle in
behind a mossy boulder and look out over the expanse. Wild dogs prowl through
the trenches; rabbits scamper along elevated knolls.
“Demoria
is not so bad when it’s behind me,” I say. The vast landscape is beautiful in
the shifting pinks and purples of dawn. It felt the same way yesterday
afternoon atop the lighthouse.
“That is
how most things are in life,” Seamus concedes. He places his gun on the ground
and unpacks his bag. He reveals a box of tarts in ten different flavors. Damn.
“Not
fair,” I say, already stuffing my face with passion fruit tart.
“I did
my research.”
We sit
in pleasant, tart-filled silence for a while, fruit pastries winning over my
taste buds. They are less recalcitrant than my stubborn heart.
Sanara
is right; Seamus is kind of cute. He has a boyish charm, especially for someone
who has probably seen things I could never even imagine.
“How
many people have you killed?” I’m not known for my tact.
“Too
many to count,” he answers quickly, not ashamed.
“Don't
you ever think about who they were? Doesn't it bother you?”
“I know
each of their names. I know who they were, and I know who was left behind when
I did my job.” He’s defiant. I don't really blame him. He is a Demorian;
killing is what he does.
“Still,
I mean, just because someone tells you to kill someone...”
“I was
ready to get you this morning, with exactly the right kind of bow and arrows,
and a box of tarts, because I did not sleep for more than a couple hours. As
charming as you are, that was not because my heart was all a-flutter at seeing
you. It was because a good night is four hours.”
“So why
do it?”
“Because
someone has to, and it was destined to be me.”
“I don't
believe in fate. We make our own destinies,” I argue.
“It is
easier to say that when you are not trained to be an assassin,” he counters.
Silence
settles back over us. I think about what he says. Would I be who I am if I’d
been raised differently? Does being born somewhere or being of a certain blood
dictate the person each of us becomes? I can’t picture a different me
somewhere, destined to marry and doing it because it was the assigned path I
would take. Although maybe he’s right. None of my choices have involved
considering the fate of another human being. If he admits that he had any
control over his own life, he admits that he made the choice to murder someone
else. That would be unbearable, and I empathize with his conviction that some
part of our lives is set out for us before we start.
“I need
to be back early. Tonight is a big deal.”
“Ah yes,
our betrothal debut.” His tone is mocking, but it’s not an angry mockery.
“It
doesn't bother you, does it? Marrying me?”
“I’m
lucky to be engaged to you. I understand why you don't feel the same.” He packs
up the rest of the tarts and stands. Bending over, he offers his hand to assist
me in getting up. I am on my feet quickly, but I don’t let go of his hand right
away.
“Seamus,
it isn't you. Of the potential mates my parents have proposed, you are the best
of them.” It’s the only thing I can provide him, but it’s true. Under different
circumstances, he may have even been my own choice.
Dream Cast:
RAFFLE
About the Author:
Sarah
Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written
works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as
important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends
to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her
stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love
and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set
in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future -
human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This
is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories.
Sarah
has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing
to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying
art history and really anything because learning is fun.
When
Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking the internet for
pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
She has written several books, most notably Bitter Fruits, an urban fantasy in the Eden’s Fall series, Backward Compatible: A Geek Love Story, and the six book New Adult Flowering series, including Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, Blue
Rose, Star of Bethlehem, Orange Blossom, and Ambrosia.
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Top Ten:
Sarah’s
Favorite Novels (as of this moment in time)
1. The Sun
Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway
2. The
Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
3. Neverwhere
– Neil
Gaiman
4. Days of
Blood and Starlight – Laini Taylor
5. Some Girls
Are – Courtney
Summers
6. Monsters
of Men – Patrick Ness
7. City of
Glass – Cassandra Clare
8. The Book
Thief – Markus Zusak
9. Harry
Potter and the Deathly Hallows – JK Rowling
10. Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes – Maureen
Johnson
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