Thursday, July 18, 2013

Sons of Truth by Morgan L. Busse

Back Cover Blurb:The war in the north is over, but the war for all the Lands has just begun. As the Shadonae solidify their hold on the city of Thyra, Rowen Mar, the last Eldaran and savior of the White City, awakens to find herself hunted by those she has saved.

Meanwhile, the assassin Caleb Tala finds himself in the presence of the Word. The time of reckoning has come and he must pay the price for all the lives he has taken. But in his moment of judgment, Caleb is given a second chance to change his life.

These two hold the power to save the Lands from the Shadonae. One must escape slavery, and one must choose to forsake everything before the world is consumed in darkness.


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High Sun, Day 3, First Year Reign of High Lady Astrea Celestis

It is day one since the Temanin Empire fell at our gates. Already, Temanin prisoners are being taken to Mostyn, save those most injured who are now under my care, as well as our own soldiers. So many injured, with so little help. But we will make do. We always have. Rowen now rests inside the storage room in the Healers Quarter, where I can keep watch over her as she recovers.

Rowen Mar, the last Eldaran. I have already recorded the day I first discovered the mark of the Word on her hand and the story of her banishment from the village of Cinad.

I am still in awe of her, even more so since last night when she unleashed a torrent of light across Anwin Forest and the White City. The very power of the Word sweeping away our enemies. Like the stories of old, now passed down by the bards.

But I fear for Rowen now. The people of the north are not ready for someone like her. Which is why Captain Lore Palancar and I have chosen to hide her away. There will always be those who fear another Nordic Wars. However, I do not see Rowen abusing the power given to her by the Word. I believe she will bring life, not death, with her mark.

Until others see this, I hope that Lady Astrea Celestis will be able to protect Rowen. And I will do my best to help her, as well.


Caleb Tala stood naked in the dark, his hands covered in blood. Orbs of soft light bobbed in the tall, bare trees, leaving pools of light on the ground. A small stream wove its way through the dark forest, rushing over black rocks. The air felt warm and humid. He looked around, his muscles tense. This dark place reminded him of his nightmares.

He looked behind him, expecting to see bodies standing in the shadows between the trees. The open spaces were empty. Caleb sighed and turned back, then saw his hands again. Repulsed, he held them away from his body. He needed to get this blood off.

He hurried toward the stream and fell to his knees. He plunged his hands into the cold, clear water and waited for the blood to rinse off, to float away in the trickling waters.

But nothing happened.

Caleb shook his hands beneath the water, then rubbed them together. Nothing, not even a slight change in the water’s color. Bile rose in his throat. He stared at his hands submerged beneath the rushing water. What was happening to him? Why wouldn’t the blood wash away?

A shadow fell across the clear water. Caleb looked up.

A badly scarred man looked back. Long, jagged wounds marred his face, distorting his cheeks and brow. Smaller white scars were scattered across the rest of his face as if he had been cut a thousand times. Two ugly red lines ran down his neck until they disappeared into his dull grey robe.

Caleb scurried away from the stream, staying in a low crouch so as to cover his nakedness. Was this a nightmare? It had to be. Nothing about this place felt real.

But unlike his other nightmares, where he knew each and every ghost, he didn’t recognize the man before him. His gaze darted to the man’s scarred hands, but he saw no dagger. The others in his dreams had always held a dagger. His dagger. Caleb looked back at man’s face. Yes, he would definitely have remembered this repulsively wounded man.

However, he wasn’t going to stay and find out if the scarred man wanted to murder him or not. Caleb tried to turn around, but some unseen force held his face. He could not twist his head.

The man raised his hand and looked at Caleb with dark eyes, as dark as his own. A chill ran down his spine, leaving his body covered in bumps.

“It is time, Son of Truth.” The scarred man took a step closer to the stream that divided them. “The Lands need a Guardian once again.”

The man looked down at Caleb’s hands. Caleb tucked his hands between his thighs and felt the hot rush of shame. “Who are you? What do you want?” Caleb searched out of the corner of his eye for a bush, a tree, anything to hide himself.

“You cannot wash your hands, can you?”

His heart hammered like a wild animal. Something about this man felt…terrifying. As if all the power in the Lands were bound within the simple and misshapen man. No…not man… “What do you care?” Caleb felt vulnerable, crouching here by the stream.

“There is nothing you can do to wipe away the blood,” the man said.

Nothing? Caleb wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t tried everything yet. If only this man would leave him alone!

“There is only one thing that can remove the blood from your hands.” The man walked toward Caleb until only the small brook separated them. “Death.”

Caleb scowled at the man. “More killing?”

“No, your death.” Caleb flushed, and his breath grew short. So that’s what this was about. He pulled one of his hands out from between his knees. He could see the blood stain across his fingers and his knuckles. He must atone for all the lives he had taken.

The killer inside of him wanted to fight for his life. But there was another part of him that knew the man spoke the truth. He had always known he would have to pay for his murders. Had not his conscience warned him with visions of his own victims killing him?

“So,” Caleb said, lifting his gaze toward the man, “are you here to kill me?”

The man did not answer. Instead, he walked across the brook.

The hair along Caleb’s neck rose.

The man did not step into the water, but rather he walked across the top as though it were a hard surface.

Caleb stumbled back. He turned and scrambled toward the nearest tree. He reached the trunk and hid himself behind it. He looked around and found the man standing next to the stream, staring in his direction. “What are you?” Caleb shouted. Something deep inside told him that the woman with the glowing hand was nothing compared to this strange man with scars.

“I am the one who can clean the blood off your hands.”

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About the Author:
Morgan L. Busse writes speculative fiction for the adult market. She is the author of Daughter of Light and Son of Truth, the first two books in a series from Marcher Lord Press. Morgan lives in the Midwest with her husband and four children. You can find out more about Morgan at

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Twitter: (@MorganLBusse)

Morgan is giving away a copy of Sons of Truth. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You may enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post. (It's not too late to go back and leave a comment on yesterday's post)

Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown


Anonymous said...

Your books look so enticing...ahhhh a mini vacation!

rubynreba said...

Please enter me! Thanks for the review.

Veronica Sternberg said...

This looks very unique! Thanks for the giveaway! shopgirl152nykiki(at)yahoo(dot)com

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