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Terri Brisbin's Warriors of the Stone Circles
Terri Brisbin's Warriors of the Stone Circles
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When Evil rises, the Warriors are humanity's last chance.
Eons ago, an evil goddess was imprisoned and descendants of the other gods were created to be warriors to protect mankind from her. Now, just as those later generations of warriors have forgotten their powers and duties, the goddess's followers have found a way to free her. The Warriors must rise and accept their powers to defeat her once more or humanity will not survive.
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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Ms. Brisbin weaves a forgettable tale of intrigue and love, intertwined with the unseemly delicate balance between good and evil.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Lovers of dark magic, mystery and passion, will fall in love with the characters, even the villain is likeable, in his own way!”
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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Brisbin has such a talent for writing complex characters that you feel equally enthralled by the twisted and evil characters!” ~Reviewer
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
Rising Fire
Entering into the small building that served as his workshop, she circled the fire pit and tossed in more wood, watching as the existing fire licked at the new pieces and then consumed them. She leaned over and pressed down on the bellows that fed air to the fire, encouraging it to spread and grow hotter and hotter with each breath of air that blew from the pump.
The flames flared higher before her and she could not resist the urge to look deeper into them. Brienne tried to fight their call, tried to fight the strength of it, but lost the battle. She inhaled slowly, trying now to control the fear that simmered in her belly while she moved closer to the fire’s heat. As it called to her, icy tendrils slid along her skin in spite of the heat in the smithy. Shivering and sweating at the same time, she lifted trembling hands from her side and held them out.
Not knowing how to do what she planned, Brienne stretched her fingers, wiggling them, and watched as the flames did the same. Then she flexed each finger separately, and single bursts of flame followed each movement. When she twisted her hands, the reaction of the fire was overwhelming. Each flame danced before her, swirling and dipping this way and that before joining the others in the growing swarm of heat and light. Even when she dropped her hands and closed her eyes, they remained vivid and shifting in her mind.
They danced for her—they danced for me!—moving in every direction when she simply thought it, and the sound of their movements surrounded her. Holding her arms out over the fire, she wiggled her fingers over the hearth and laughed as the flames writhed and swirled in answer to her gesture.
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