Genre: Fantasy
About ValkyrieVLocation: Washington State Age:35 Favorite novels: The Curse of Chalion, first 4 Wheel of Time books, Codex Alera series, Harry Potter series, any Discworld book Favorite writers: J.R.R. Tolkien, Jim Butcher, Clive Cussler, Jack DuBrul, Lois McMaster Bujold, George R.R. Martin, Terry Pratchett Favorite music: Pirates of the Caribbean 1 Soundtrack (good for fight scenes!), On Yoolis Night by Anonymous 4, Shrek Soundtrack, Da Vinci Code Soundtrack Non-noveling interests: Geocaching, my kids, the occasional interesting food recipe |
Joined: October 4, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 187 NaNoWriMo buddies: 12
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Brief Author Bio: ValkyrieV lives and writes in Washington State with her husband and two small children. She teaches a short online course at Storywrite.com on the basics of the fantasy genre, and has had five short stories accepted for publication to date. |
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Synopsis: The Arch of Lament: Book One of the Truthfinder Trilogy
[Book 1 of 3]
Archaeologist Sirala Bakhti discovers an ancient, warded scroll in a sea-cliff ruin carved by those fleeing a terrible plague called the Scourge. Her arrogant young assistant, Ravender, manages to hack open the ward, though he has no magical schooling.
When Sirala presents the scroll's shocking religious secrets to Zanurah Najakha at the Celestial Hub, the great temple to the eight gods, the high priestess demands the scroll be destroyed, and orders Sirala and her team arrested. They receive mysterious aid in escaping, and Sirala flees for her life before the priestess' wrath.
With her loyal team, she seeks further answers from a distant, lost sanctuary the ancient scroll mentioned, learning that her people's origin may be from a mysterious place called the Arch of Lament, rather than what the Hub has always taught. There, she is captured by Taja Kumenezad, a Finder who's part ninja, part native scout, and part brawler.
Between her own clan's beliefs and her outrage at being used and betrayed by the high priestess, Taja chooses to aid Sirala in seeking the Arch of Lament. But their way is far from smooth. She must honor-duel a fellow Finder--Zardus, her strongest rival--for the right to protect Sirala rather than kill her. No sooner is that accomplished than one of their own betrays them to the ruling Shaj's elite guards, whose commander broke off his engagement with Sirala thirteen years ago, when he learned she was barren: a curse in a society that reveres the sacred feminine.
Luck--or possibly more--is on their side when Zardus returns to break them out of custody. After a final, horrific battle of magic, swords and arrows among the High Priestess Zanurah, Taja and Ravender, the mysterious rebel forces and the Shaj's elite soldiers, Sirala manages to locate the lost Arch and learns its true purpose, along with a shattering secret that could destroy her people’s faith forever.
Excerpt: The Arch of Lament: Book One of the Truthfinder Trilogy
Night fell.
Far to the north of the government quarter of Khazalar, one body forced another to kneel by twisting the rope tied around the second person's wrists. The first raised a fist and pounded on an old wooden door, then looked around in the shadows of the narrow street. No one was watching.
The building's owner was taking too long. A fist pounded on the door again, more impatiently. A soft curse slid away from the captor on the night breeze.
Finally, the door opened, answered by a greasy little man with a long knife in one hand. He glared at his visitor. "Bit late for social calls."
"Not social. Decidedly antisocial, in fact. Need a place to stow this reeking bucket of crap for a few hours. You got a problem with that?"
The greasy man eyed the kneeling prisoner and lowered his blade. He knew it wouldn't do any good against his visitor now. After a moment, he jerked his head in the affirmative. "Only a few hours, and you pay me outta the reward."
"What reward?"
"Don't get cute. We both know how good you are. And how crazy."
"I'm not crazy."
"Sure, sure. Put him in the second room on the right. Customer just left."
"I'm not crazy! Say it!" the visitor barked, unmoving.
The greasy man paused, realizing he was in dangerous territory. "You're right; you're not crazy. I'm just grumpy. Can we move this along? You're bad for business."
The visitor grinned, jerking upward on the prisoner's wrists. "It's my business to be bad for business."
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