The
Silence of Lir
By
Mary Twomey
Book
1
Genre:
young adult fantasy fiction
Available
as a free download on Amazon June 1-5
Behind
the scenes of our spinning earth are keepers of the elements who make
sure that tornados don’t destroy cities, fires don’t ravage
forests, earthquakes don’t decimate towns, and floods don’t take
out humanity. They wrestle with the natural elements to ensure that
the world keeps spinning smoothly on its axis.
Since
the beginning of time, the Sun has been fading, and the light that
shines on the earth is dimming, causing the elements to be more
volatile and impossible for the keepers to control.
Now
they must enlist the help of one man, Finn, to help them bring the
light back to the Sun. The keepers war, the North Star steals light
from the Sun, and the Moon is in disrepute. The end of existence is
coming, and all the while the king, the Moon, Lir, remains silent.
By
Mary Twomey
Book
Two
Genre:
young adult fantasy fiction
An
earthquake caused by Wren and Satchel’s ill-fated tryst brings
forth a prophecy that sends the unrest and the Delegation into a
tailspin. Immortals on the earth must be abducted and hidden from the
North Star’s greedy grasp.
Vespera’s
fury erupts as the Unrest begins to splinter off from the Moon behind
her back. Attacks that should be used on the enemy target her
supposed allies. Seeds of doubt, betrayal and rebellion begin to
sprout in the Realm of the Sun and the Moon, causing division,
subterfuge, and deadly attacks.
An
evil that was locked up centuries ago is unleashed and let loose on
the earth. There are those who fight for unity, those who struggle
just to stay alive, those who battle for control, but a few begin
their secret plans for a revolt.
The
Sword
Book
Three
Genre:
young adult fantasy fiction
What’s
left of the Delegation fights to keep the Order with a man down, and
the Unrest in hiding. Three keepers work tirelessly to safely harbor
the restless immortals, maintain their elements, and counter Red
Flame’s insatiable attacks. The Unrest’s light is dwindling as
they remain hidden from Vespera on earth.
Close
quarters and unstable power lead to tension and confusion as they try
to find a way to be helpful to the Order without being taken out in
the process.
Henry
cares for Satchel’s son, and trains him to follow in his parents’
footsteps by being ready to defend the light at all costs. Lir’s
body is located, Vespera rages her search for more power when she
cannot find the Sword of Secrets. Somehow Stella winds up in the
middle, a girl without a friend suddenly thrust into the spotlight
and forced to accept her lot in life, being the voice of truth when
no one will listen.
Though
she and the keepers try to fight for the light, it is inevitable that
they all may soon lose themselves to the darkness.
Sacrifice
Book
Four
Genre:
young adult fantasy fiction
Light
is being stolen, immortals are waking, wombats are untrustworthy and
a dead body are rising. After a long time of wishing they could jump
into the battle, the Unrest finally has their day in the Sun.
Unfortunately, that day is filled with almost certain death.
Ash
comes into his own and joins his parents to fight Vespera and Red
Flame. Henry rejoins his own people, only to find that the lair will
never be the same again.
Prophecies
are unearthed, lives lost, and lines of loyalty blurred. Stella’s
body begins to break down slowly, while Lake loses her immortality.
The
sword of secrets fights to find its true owner, though none of the
keepers can predict the sacrifice that will come.
About
the Author:
Mary
E. Twomey lives in Michigan with her husband and two adorable
children. She enjoys reading, writing, vegetarian cooking and telling
her children fantastic stories about wombats.
Twitter
@shesleepssoftly
website www.SagaOfTheSpheres.com
And here is a special sneak peek/teaser:
Finn coughed up blood. If this was how he was finally going to die, he’d make sure to cause as much damage as he could before his last breath.
“Hold still, Dust.” Finn heard the impatience in Eli’s voice. Impatience, not fatigue. Finn’s fortitude sank as he realized there was no way he could defeat this… man? God? Hallucination? Whatever he was, in all of Finn’s centuries on earth, he’d thought surely that he was the only anomaly.
This morning he was proven wrong. Eli was superior to him in every way. Stature, strength, ability, and if he was telling the truth, Eli was older than him as well. Were the super man not attacking him right now, Finn would have been excited to meet such a creature.
Finn swung his fist in the direction of Eli’s temple. Like he was swatting at a fly, Eli batted Finn’s arm away. “All right,” Eli grumbled. “Could we move this along? I’m supposed to take you with me, but it’s going to look bad if you don’t go willingly. She’s waiting.”
Finn spat blood in Eli’s face. “The only way I’ll go anywhere with you is in a body bag.”
“That would be so much easier. Unfortunately, I have orders.” Eli yanked Finn up by his t-shirt and shoved him against the dank wall of the cave. He spat in Finn’s eyes and covered them with his large hand, murmuring something in a language Finn could not understand.
Finn’s vision went from dark to a swirl of colors. Faster than a roller coaster, the world spun at a sickening pace.
When the spinning ceased, Finn found his mind’s eye in another plane of existence. The cave disappeared and his brain melted into submission as it was forced to watch whatever Eli had in store for him.
Finn began to make peace with his ever-long life coming to an end.
Guest Post:
“Hold still, Dust.” Finn heard the impatience in Eli’s voice. Impatience, not fatigue. Finn’s fortitude sank as he realized there was no way he could defeat this… man? God? Hallucination? Whatever he was, in all of Finn’s centuries on earth, he’d thought surely that he was the only anomaly.
This morning he was proven wrong. Eli was superior to him in every way. Stature, strength, ability, and if he was telling the truth, Eli was older than him as well. Were the super man not attacking him right now, Finn would have been excited to meet such a creature.
Finn swung his fist in the direction of Eli’s temple. Like he was swatting at a fly, Eli batted Finn’s arm away. “All right,” Eli grumbled. “Could we move this along? I’m supposed to take you with me, but it’s going to look bad if you don’t go willingly. She’s waiting.”
Finn spat blood in Eli’s face. “The only way I’ll go anywhere with you is in a body bag.”
“That would be so much easier. Unfortunately, I have orders.” Eli yanked Finn up by his t-shirt and shoved him against the dank wall of the cave. He spat in Finn’s eyes and covered them with his large hand, murmuring something in a language Finn could not understand.
Finn’s vision went from dark to a swirl of colors. Faster than a roller coaster, the world spun at a sickening pace.
When the spinning ceased, Finn found his mind’s eye in another plane of existence. The cave disappeared and his brain melted into submission as it was forced to watch whatever Eli had in store for him.
Finn began to make peace with his ever-long life coming to an end.
Guest Post:
My Monster
Writing is a
strange monster. Gorgeous, unpredictable, terrifying, and precious.
One moment you love what you’re into, the next you’re swearing
you should scrap it all and declare yourself an illiterate just so
expectations can be lowered. Learning to spell your name would become
a note-worthy feat. “Wow! You did it yourself? Amazing! Sit down
and take a rest. Have a cookie, you smart bunny.” Alas, with an
English degree, more is expected of you when the pen hits the paper.
If it’s not Shakespeare, and if you don’t use fanciful words like
“alas”, then it must simply not be worth anyone’s time, lease
of all yours.
This kind of
thinking led me to deleted documents, trashed notebooks, abandoned
plots and a total tailspin. If it wasn’t completely hatched and
grown gracefully into an adult by the end of the page, it was
obviously a failure. A plot that wasn’t complete before the first
word was scribbled was a waste. Being a notorious math class
disappointment led me to the conclusion that if you don’t have the
right answer – all the right answers – it’s best to keep your
mouth shut and your head down. Mistakes are for people who will never
find the solution, and wrong guesses are for people who should find a
new calling.
Oh, Mary. Silly
Mary.
Oh, you reader.
Silly you.
Today I write to
encourage you to stop judging your imperfections. It’s odd that we
are often the first one to cast the stone at ourselves. We’ll be
amazingly polite and kind to others, but when it comes to giving
grace to the person with the funky morning hair in the mirror, we
plum run out of mercy just about every time. You would never tell
your husband or your best girl friend, “What a stupid idea. That’ll
never work. Look how many things you still have to figure out. Best
just watch TV and leave the high heels to the big girls.”
Fortunately for all
of us, today is a new day. Today we will be different. We will be
kind to ourselves. We will look in the mirror and believe the things
our loved ones say about us. We will trust our ridiculous ideas and
not shoot them down just because they are ours. Today we take
ourselves seriously and give an honest effort to becoming that person
who can see the possibilities.
A funny thing
dawned on me in the midst of writing and editing the Saga of the
Spheres. I allowed the ink to flow for fun. I did not write for other
people. I did not plot for the masses. I wrote, laughed, swooned, and
bit my lip as an unknown world shifted into focus on the page. I’m
very excited to share the keepers, the seers, the spheres and the
wombats with you. My hope is that you find your own possibility, take
the first step, and then start running.
Mary E.
Twomey
Thank you so much Mary for stopping by and letting us get to know you and your series a little better!
Also June 1-5 you can try Silence of Lir for free on Amazon!
Sorry you missed the freebie Heidi! :(
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