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Inferno (1) (The Seekers) [Tyre, Leslie] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Inferno (1) (The Seekers)
It’s official! Inferno is now available on Amazon, Books-A-Million, and Barnes & Noble websites, as well as my publisher Bookbaby’s website. If you’re looking for a new fantasy adventure to read, pick it up and give it a try! There are already very positive reviews available on Amazon and Goodreads.
It’s nice to have someone so eager to assist in my writing process, but she’s a little more of a distraction than an assistant. My little girl gets jealous when I spend so much time working on my books than I do snuggling her. Maybe it’s time for a break!
Ebook proofs are still being finalized. Once finished, it should take only a couple weeks for the advanced copies of “Inferno” to be sent out to backers. Public release date will be announced soon!
The publication process is still ongoing, but running smoothly. Preapproval of the proofs is underway and advanced copies will be sent out in a couple of weeks to my Kickstarter backers. Shortly after the release date will be announced! Get excited for this all new fantasy adventure! "Inferno" will hit shelves soon!
(the image above is a mock-up of the book and not the actual publication. Books will be released in US Trade Paperback and not hardcover)
https://seekersaga.com/
Coming Soon!
The publication process is running smoothly. We were able to meet our Kickstarter goal and production of the book is well under way! Currently the drafts are under preapproval and advanced copies for our backers are expected to arrive within the first 2 weeks of June. Release dates for everyone else are coming soon!
https://seekersaga.com/
We’re so close to our goal! With only 20 days left, the Kickstarter is at 85%. The publication process is going smoothly, which means the book should be available next month, May 2021! If you still want to donate, follow the link below to get the first copy hot off the presses!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=inferno%20leslie%20&fbclid=IwAR0iZaHxFesUtpX84mkhuLaLyO3aIA104U3k9yPHrQgpnjalkKIPgBZUsoc
We're halfway through the Kickstarter campaign, 30 days left! We're officially 70% backed, but we still need a little more to push the campaign to the end! Thanks to everyone who's donated so far, I really appreciate all the love and support. Please share the link so I can push this project to the finish line!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=inferno%20leslie%20&fbclid=IwAR0iZaHxFesUtpX84mkhuLaLyO3aIA104U3k9yPHrQgpnjalkKIPgBZUsoc
Another peek at the art for my upcoming book! The Kickstarter is still live, there are 37 days left in the campaign, and we’re only halfway to our goal. My dear followers, please share the Kickstarter link and consider checking out the page! Inferno is a brand new fantasy novel bringing adventure, mystery, and of course...magic!
Alastair is completely incapable of using magic--or so he thinks. But when he comes across an ancient ring, something deep inside him awakens. And with that, he becomes connected to a long-forgotten prophecy about the creation of the world. The night his school--Rokerth Academy--is attacked, he learns that he is the target of dark forces from the nearby kingdom of Tenebrae, which thrusts Alastair from his uneventful life into one wrought with danger. With the help of his friends, he must outrun and outwit these enemies until he is strong enough to fight them, all while discovering that nothing in his life is as it seems.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=user_menu
Artwork was done by Julian Bauer
https://www.artstation.com/julianb
The Kickstarter is off to a great start! There is still 42 days left in the campaign and we are already halfway funded. There’s still a ways to, so if you’re interested in a new fantasy adventure novel, check out the Kickstarter and share the link!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=inferno%20leslie%20tyre
Production of Inferno is coming along wonderfully. I received the final copy of the world map not long ago. Welcome to my fantasy world! There is still time left in the Kickstarter if you would like to help my publish my fantasy novel. If you would like to donate and receive a copy of my book, follow the link below:
kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=inferno%20leslie%20tyre
Inferno: Prologue (sample chapter)
There’s still plenty of time left in the Kickstarter campaign for the publication of my book. Enjoy the first chapter as a sample! If you’d like to support me and donate, just follow the link!
kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=inferno%20leslie%20tyre
He wished they had sent someone else to the witch’s hovel. Anyone else. The soldiers stationed in the outpost at the edge of the wood avoided Durak Hollow. There was once a little village not far from the forest’s edge, but it was abandoned. The outpost was now the only settlement of any kind for miles. Hugging the southern flank of the Carim Mountains, the woodland was dense and dark. Though the noonday sun was high, hardly any light penetrated the thick canopy. It had once been a beautiful forest, flourishing and full of life. But decades ago, a sickness had fallen upon the wood. It wasn’t natural—like dark magic had seeped into the very roots of the trees, twisting and draining the life out of the forest. The atmosphere was oppressive, suffocating. Even the animals had fled, leaving behind an eerie stillness. Few dared to enter, leaving the once heavily used trail to be reclaimed by nature. And those poor souls who did brave the woods, never returned.
The young soldier shuddered as he trekked along the path. It was overgrown, strewn with dead leaves and fallen branches. There were stories about these woods, tales of monsters lurking in the shadows. It was unnaturally quiet, as if the earth itself were swallowing all sound. Despite the silence, there was a whispering in his ear—a soft mutter, the words indiscernible. He glanced over his shoulder, but no one was there. He was alone.
Climbing over a downed tree that cut across the path, chills crept up his spine. There wasn’t a soul for miles. He was totally isolated. If it hadn’t been for his commander’s direct orders, he would never have dreamed of entering these forsaken woods. After all, the commander’s orders came straight from the emperor himself. The young soldier kept his eyes on the shadows amidst the sea of trees, one hand on the hilt of his sword, and the voice still murmuring in his ear.
Through the gap in the trees, he glimpsed the outline of a dilapidated shack. Like the path, the old house had been reclaimed by the forest. It was as if it had become part of the trees themselves. What was left of the roof sagged, branches protruding from the splintered wood of the walls. The trunk of the tree had grown around the hovel, expanding to encompass the structure, effectively swallowing it. There were narrow gaps in the wood where windows should have been. As a cold wind whispered through the trees, he could have sworn he heard more voices. He strained to listen, but the noise was nothing more than a sigh. If it were voices, he could not decipher the words.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” a raspy female voice said from behind him.
He wheeled around, yanking his sword free from its sheath. A figure watched him from the shadow of the trees. The witch’s thin frame was cloaked in thick animal pelts. Drawn over her head like a hood was the skinned head of a wolf. She was gaunt, her sallow skin stretched taut over her bony body. The woman watched him closely, sunken red eyes gleaming from beneath the heavy pelts. She shuffled toward him, amulets of bone clacking together as she moved.
His grip tightened on the sword. His instincts urged him to turn and run, but he remained rooted to the spot. “Orders from the top, Madam Sorceress,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly
“My Lord Drakar sent you?”
He nodded.
She sidled past him, ambling toward the hovel. The old witch didn’t seem to care about his presence at all. Though she didn’t appear to wish him harm, something deep inside told him she couldn’t be trusted. She was a dark sorceress, drawing her power from ancient and forbidden magic. She opened the door, its rotting wood barely hanging onto the frame. She beckoned him to come with her. Hesitantly, he followed. The voices in the wind whispered to him, as if they were warning him.
“His Majesty is growing impatient,” he said, ducking through the sagging doorway. “He is demanding results. Have you located any of the Twelve?”
“It is not an easy task,” she said, in her raspy voice. “To find twelve people in this vast world is like trying to find individual grains of sand in the desert. To have all twelve of the elements of life reincarnated in the same lifetime…I know all too well why Lord Drakar is so eager to find them.”
The inside of her home was just as foreboding as the outside. It was everything the young soldier imagined a sorceress’s home to be. It consisted of a single room, crowded into the trunk of the twisted tree. What little furniture she possessed was old and rotting. The blankets draped over her meager bed were stained and fraying at the edges. Jars and bottles filled with strange herbs and ingredients were shoved into crudely made shelves. Clusters of dried meats and herbs hung from the eaves, dangling so low he had to duck around them. Masks and strange ritualistic objects littered the room. A cauldron stood in the center of the dwelling, the low-burning flames of the fire beneath it casting little light in the grimy house. A foul smell wafted from the vessel.
“I will find them soon enough.” She approached the bubbling vat and peered at the dark liquid brewing inside.
The faint, unearthly howl of an unknown creature echoed through the forest. The sound made the soldier jump. He glanced nervously at the gaps in the walls, hoping he would glimpse the animal that had made the noise. But all he could see were shadows. “What was that?”
“One of my children,” she said.
“Stop talking cryptically, witch!” he shouted. The soldier quickly clapped his hand over his mouth. To call a dark sorceress a witch was dangerous, especially in her own home. The moment the word left his lips, he knew he would be punished.
She lowered her hood, revealing a mess of tangled hair, the tips of wolf-like ears peeking out from behind her wild mane. The young man recoiled at the sight.
“A witch, am I?” She approached him slowly. “Is that what you call me?”
“F-forgive me, Madam Sorceress,” he stammered. “I meant no offense.”
The woman smiled, sharp canine teeth peeking out from behind her cracked lips. She took a step closer. “I was once a high priestess of the Great Mother. But I have since found more powerful magic even the blessed Mother could not provide to her devout children.” She drew back, sensing the fear and unease from the young man. “It doesn’t matter what you call me. Such names matter little to me.”
The same chilling howl rang out from the darkness of the trees—this time much closer. He could hear a strange chuffing from just outside the house. The sickening smell of rotting flesh wafted through the dwelling, making his stomach churn. He covered his mouth, trying to keep himself from heaving. A hulking shadow skulked past the window, making its way to the front of the home. In the doorway loomed a monster, the likes of which the soldier had never seen before. It was a gangly creature covered in greasy black fur. Its limbs were lanky and it sidled over in an awkward sideways gait. What should have been a normal animal face was instead a wolf skull. Red eyes, like the witch’s, glowed from the hollow sockets.
The soldier shrank back against the wall as the creature slunk around the cauldron toward the sorceress. She muttered something, cooing to it as though it were a harmless dog. She spoke in a language he didn’t understand.
“Wai un bursa, un kala?” she said tenderly.
The beast chuffed and grunted. The witch froze, a look of shock on her haggard old face.
“What is it?” the soldier croaked.
The beast made an odd grunting sound. The woman hissed, recoiling suddenly. She clambered to one of the dusty shelves, rummaging through the bottles. She snatched one and uncorked it. When she did so, the whispering voices grew louder. There was the faint sound of someone crying.
“What’s going on?”
“Solheim,” she hissed, her red eyes gleaming as she spoke. She poured a strange liquid into the bubbling vat, instantly silencing the crying voices. The concoction glowed faintly before becoming placid. The surface shimmered and a shadowy figure appeared on its surface. The soldier could tell it was a boy—a young man, perhaps—but the details were hazy. The image wavered for a second before fading completely.
The witch cursed loudly. “There is powerful magic blocking my scrying! May their soul be damned!”
“I thought your magic was stronger than any other?”
She rounded on him, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “There is much you don’t know. There are few magics more powerful than my own. But even my powers cannot do everything.”
He gulped. “I’m not sure I understand….”
“Your commander told you nothing of my magic before he sent you here, did he?”
The soldier’s hand trembled as he gripped the hilt of his sword. “No.”
The creature standing beside the sorceress whined softly, saliva dripping from its skinless jaws. It turned to the woman, sunken eyes watching her closely. The soldier tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Though he wanted to turn and run, the beast’s hungry gaze as it looked from its master back to him kept him frozen.
She reached out her bony hand toward him and, with a single finger, stroked the bottom of the soldier’s chin. “If one wishes to attain power, something of equal value must be given. And for my magic, nothing is more valuable than the life of another.”
The soldier turned on his heel, but the beast leaped over the cauldron, blocking his path. The creature growled, its jaws parting slightly as it padded closer. He drew his sword, but the monster swatted it aside as if it were a toy. The man’s breathing hitched, scanning the room for another exit. He heard the witch cackle behind him.
“Be a dear and lend me your soul,” she whispered in his ear.
The monster pounced. Fangs ripped through his jugular. His scream caught in his throat, drowned out by the blood filling his lungs. Sharp claws sunk deep into his chest, the creature shredding the soldier’s skin from his bones. He could hear the voices clearly now—the anguished cries of those the witch had killed. Murderer! Your soul be damned, witch, they shrieked. Their wails rang loud in his ears, mourning for him. His voice would soon join theirs. The woman grinned as if she enjoyed the sound of teeth tearing through flesh. A strange whiteness fringed his vision and all at once, there was nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Though his company was fleeting, the witch always enjoyed when they sent messengers. It gave her fresh ingredients for her spells. Usually His Majesty and his commanders sent disposable older servants. It was rare that she enjoyed the essence of such a young life. A white mist rose from the dying soldier’s mouth—his life force. His soul. It spiraled toward her. The sorceress reached out, letting the strange substance curl around her bony fingers. She inhaled deeply, taking the life into herself. She always liked the flavor fear added to a person’s soul. As she consumed his life force, her sallow skin fleshed out, filling in her skeletal frame. Her tangled mane was revitalized, the wiry strands now plump and soft. Nothing worked better than a fresh soul to make her young and beautiful.
“Take your meal outside if you wish to play with him. I don’t want you getting blood everywhere.”
The creature scooped the body up in its jaws and lumbered out the door. The sorceress gazed at her reflection in the cauldron. Plump lips, soft skin, and bright eyes as red as rubies. She smiled, running her slender fingers through her soft, dark curls.
“Those fools can’t do anything right.” Her voice was silky, not at all like an old woman’s. “Perhaps I had better pay them a visit myself.”
The Kickstarter campaign is going smoothly, thanks to some lovely backers! I’m proud to share the beautiful cover artwork for my upcoming novel Inferno. A special thanks to Julian Bauer for illustrating it. He did an amazing job and wouldn’t have quite the flair it has without it.
https://www.artstation.com/julianb
There is still plenty of time left in the campaign, but everything is going according to schedule. Inferno should be published and in bookstores this summer! Sample chapters coming soon!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1281378384/fantasy-novel-inferno-by-leslie-tyre?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=inferno%20by%20leslie
The first book in an all new fantasy adventure by upcoming author Leslie Tyre
My Kickstarter is now live! The project ends in 60 days. Please check it out and share it. Your support would be greatly appreciated. It doesn’t matter if support is through sharing of the Kickstarter page or monetary. Thank you again, dear followers.
Hello, Dear Followers!
It has been a while since I reblogged or posted anything. But I am getting ready to launch my Kickstarter to help pay for publication costs for my brand new fantasy novel! If you are interested in reading a brand new fantasy adventure, please consider taking a look at my Kickstarter page and leaving a little support (either by sharing this with friends or monetary support). Either way, I’m very excited to share this novel with you. It has been a passion project of mine for many years and it is finally ready to go out into the world! I will be posting more updates as time goes on, but the Kickstarter will go live on March 1st. Thanks again for your love and support!
Inferno:
Alastair is completely incapable of using magic–or so he thinks. But when he comes across an ancient ring, something deep inside him awakens. And with that, he becomes connected to a long-forgotten prophecy about the creation of the world. The night his school–Rokerth Academy–is attacked, he learns that he is the target of dark forces from the nearby kingdom of Tenebrae, which thrusts Alastair from his uneventful life into one wrought with danger. With the help of his friends, he must outrun and outwit these enemies until he is strong enough to fight them, all while discovering that nothing in his life is as it seems.
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Hello, Dear Followers!
It has been a while since I reblogged or posted anything. But I am getting ready to launch my Kickstarter to help pay for publication costs for my brand new fantasy novel! If you are interested in reading a brand new fantasy adventure, please consider taking a look at my Kickstarter page and leaving a little support (either by sharing this with friends or monetary support). Either way, I’m very excited to share this novel with you. It has been a passion project of mine for many years and it is finally ready to go out into the world! I will be posting more updates as time goes on, but the Kickstarter will go live on March 1st. Thanks again for your love and support!
Inferno:
Alastair is completely incapable of using magic--or so he thinks. But when he comes across an ancient ring, something deep inside him awakens. And with that, he becomes connected to a long-forgotten prophecy about the creation of the world. The night his school--Rokerth Academy--is attacked, he learns that he is the target of dark forces from the nearby kingdom of Tenebrae, which thrusts Alastair from his uneventful life into one wrought with danger. With the help of his friends, he must outrun and outwit these enemies until he is strong enough to fight them, all while discovering that nothing in his life is as it seems.
Rescued kitty gets his first bath ever
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Snow Fox losing it when its friend does a vanishing act
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After seeing this I finally know what it is I want in a man. Darkness ✨🖤✨
