The Raven Tower by Emma Miles Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway @rararesources

Welcome to our stop during The Raven Tower Mini Blog Blitz.

What price will Kesta and the fire-walkers have to pay to keep their people from enslavement? The raids were more ferocious, more desperate and much earlier in the year. When Kesta sees in the flame who is really behind the attacks the Independent islands of the Fulmers seem doomed to fall. Their only hope is to cross the sea to seek the help of the King of Elden and his sorcerer, the Dark Man.

In this extract the main protagonist, Kesta, has been forced to go the Raven Tower, the home of the sorcerer known as ‘The Dark Man.’

Kesta’s eyes glanced over the room without taking anything in. She sagged against the wall but couldn’t draw the strength from her unresponsive muscles to pull herself upright. Her appetite had fled, and she felt sick at the thought of putting any of the food in her mouth.
‘That’s all, thank you,’ Rosa said for her.
The four servants scuttled out.
Rosa regarded at her and said softly, ‘Sit down Kesta, before you fall down.’
Kesta did so, and she looked forlornly at everything set out on the table. Rosa picked up the wine and poured more into Kesta’s chalice.
‘Drink that; all of it.’
Kesta’s stomach flipped, but she picked up the chalice and forced all the wine down her throat. Rosa winced and leaned over to pour her some more before sitting back in her chair.
‘I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you fear,’ Rosa tried, picking up a thick slice of bread and ladling some stew over it.
‘You don’t even sound convinced!’
‘Well … then get really drunk and you might not care so much!’
‘That’s the best plan you can come up with?’
They stared at each other across the table; then a laugh burst from Kesta at the same time as a tear slipped from one eye.
‘It’s not a bad plan.’ She shook her head and took another sip of wine. Getting too drunk to care was probably more rational than stabbing Jorrun. A lot more beneficial to her people too. She wondered what the repercussions would be if she did murder the Elden’s sorcerer and the king’s best friend; they certainly wouldn’t be good. She drank more wine and picked at the eggs.
Rosa cleared her throat. ‘It seems that Jorrun is quite happy to give you lots of freedom and responsibility. There are plenty of men in Elden who wouldn’t hand over their purse to their wife.’
‘In the Fulmers all women are free and responsible for their own choices and lives.’ She gazed down into her chalice.
‘Tell me more about the Fulmers,’ Rosa demanded, sitting up straighter.
Kesta did so; describing her clifftop stronghold home, the forests full of wild animals and tantalising fruits. She picked at the food and sipped at the wine while she told of the treetop pathways made of narrow swinging ladders; of the fierce fishermen, and the enigmatic foresters.
She jumped and dropped her chalice; it left a dark red trail across the table that reflected the candlelight. Jorrun was standing in the doorway; he held a bottle of wine in one hand and two ornate glasses in the other.
‘Come with me.’ He didn’t wait but walked on up the stairs.
She stood and Rosa stood with her. It was too soon!
Rosa walked around the table to squeeze her hand and kiss her cheek. Kesta realised she wasn’t breathing and forcing in air she made her knees lift and carry her to the door. She could feel her skin burning but she was freezing cold inside; the stairs seemed infinitely steep but the stairway not long enough.
He had poured her some wine and moved around to the other side of the beautiful table to pour himself some.
‘Sit, please.’
She did so; her hands clenched into fists on her legs beneath the table. She couldn’t look up at his ice eyes.
He sat down. ‘You are happy with your rooms? Did Merkis Tantony explain that you may take over the running of the household if you so wish?’
She cursed herself for her dumbness; this was no time to become a frightened prey animal. Drawing herself up she found her voice. ‘Yes.’
Even to her own ears she sounded angry and rude. She swallowed and tried again. ‘I am looking forward to seeing the views from these windows in the daylight.’
‘I have some rules for you.’
She glanced up then but could not hold his gaze.
‘Well, one rule; the other is more a request. This is the same command I give to everyone who comes to the stronghold; even the king. Do not ever enter the Raven Tower.’

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I presently live in the stunning county of Dorset where I’m a cat slave to Wolfe and Piglitt I spend as much time as I can outside in nature and love exploring and learning about new cultures and languages. I’ve visited Greece, Serbia, Transylvania, Sicily and Norway as well as making several road trips around our beautiful United Kingdom. I paint, sculpt, dabble in photography and do a little archery but most of all – whenever I get a chance – I write.
My writing started from a very young age when I often found myself being the one taking charge of and entertaining all my younger cousins. They loved to hear my stories and although they mostly called for ghost stories it was
I fell in love with when I read The Lord of the Rings when I was ten. I went on to write stories and short ‘books’ for my friends through school and college; then one evening whilst I was waiting for my aunt and uncle to visit an image came to my mind of a boy sitting beneath a bridge. I didn’t know who he was or why he was there, but from exploring those questions ‘The Wind’s Children’ trilogy blossomed and grew with roots going back into his far history as well as stretching out to his future. The boy’s name was Tobias.
I have since left Tobias's world of 'Naris' to explore the Valley with Feather in the 'Hall of Pillars' which is now available through Amazon. I am now presently finding my way through Elden, the beautiful Fulmer islands, the ravaged Borrows and haunted Chem with Kesta Silene; a shamaness of sorts with a big journey ahead of her. I hope you come along to share her story and join her adventure; she needs you and you won't regret it.

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