Storm of Arranon Blog Tour + Giveaway
Inside the Book
Title: Storm of Arranon
Author: R.E Sheahan
Publisher: Rule of Three Press
Pages: 300
Genre: YA Science Fiction/Fantasy
A forbidden birth. A remarkable young woman. A marauding alien society. The battle begins.Author: R.E Sheahan
Publisher: Rule of Three Press
Pages: 300
Genre: YA Science Fiction/Fantasy
A brutal alien society invades Korin and Arranon, intent on destroying the two worlds that make up Cadet Erynn Yager’s home. Forced to expose her strange abilities and reveal her forbidden birth, a guarded web of secrets unravels.
Stranded on an unfamiliar planet of eternal winter and predatory wildlife, the mysterious living consciousness of Arranon intervenes, leading Erynn on a mystical journey.
Aware of Erynn’s potential, the alien enemy pursues her. She struggles to gain control of her growing powers while in a constant race to elude the invaders, and join the forces preparing to fight a mounting occupation.
Erynn’s secret may be her worlds’ only hope, but at the cost of her life. Swept up in a chain reaction of events, Erynn’s dedication extends far beyond service and duty. She learns the true meaning of sacrifice.
Along with courage and hope, Erynn finds something unexpected on her journey of awareness and growth.
Love.
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My ReviewI have mixed thoughts about this book; although I can assure you that most all of them are good. My complaint is that there were a few too many times where I found myself wandering away from the story and focusing on my surroundings. Other then this factor I really did like this book as a complete whole. The genre of YA science fiction/fantasy is the perfect genre for this book. I wanted to mention this because there are times when I have read a book and the genre does not fit.
Back to the book. Erynn does make a nice heroine. She may be young but she has the skills of a fighter. As the story progresses I started to see Erynn as a leader. There was a bit of a love interest for Erynn with Jaer. Although, it is slow growing so I did not feel a strong connection. The author I felt did nicely portraying the world that Erynn was fighting to save. Yet, there was enough good things about this book that I would continue on with book two. If you like these types of books, then you may want to check out a copy.
Book Excerpt:
TENDRILS
OF BLUE STATIC POPPED and snapped around Lieutenant Erynn Yager’s fingers as
she tapped the keypad. Black numbers and symbols streamed across the white
screen of her monitor. She glanced up, checking the equation on the large
overhead at the front of the cramped classroom and smiled, her answer correct.
Delicate blue currents reached out and wrapped
around her hands with a faint tingling sensation. In a breath Erynn whispered,
“Com avlash.” She brushed at dappled shadows that danced across the pool
of sunlight at the edge of her desk, amused by the wispy blue filaments tracing
her movements. They flowed like a lazy stream, trailing the path her fingertips
traveled before the energy faded. As the static disappeared, she glanced around
to make sure no one noticed.
No one ever had.
The buzz of winged centinents drifted in
on a warm breeze through the open window next to her. She sighed and fingered
the neck of her white uniform shirt, the stiff collar tight and irritating in
the rising temperature.
From the front of the classroom the instructor,
Major Kendal, his tan uniform meticulous, asked, “Does anyone need more time?”
He scanned faces in the room. No one responded and he continued, “I trust you
took into account gravitational pull, divided by trajectory angles, while
factoring in speed given mass and friction before multiplying . . ..”
Erynn tried to listen, but his incessant droning
soon matched the hum from outside.
Static crackled, and the air thickened with a
sinking heaviness. The temperature plunged to an icy cold, chilling her moist
skin. A sweet, spicy aroma replaced the electronic scent of computers and sour
sweat of bodies pressed into a tight space for too long. She glanced out the
window and frowned. What—
Broad yellow, orange, and red leaves trembled in
the breeze. Brown stone buildings melded with the blue sky and manicured green
lawns. The colors ran, blurred, and morphed into dark oily shapes with faint
outlines of long arms and legs. She stiffened and squeezed her eyes shut.
Images played in her mind like a silent vid in fast-forward.
Flash—a brilliant jeweled city nestled in
a deep green forest. Flash—majestic spires of trees surrounding a
clearing, the woods tossed in a violent windstorm. Flash—mountain peaks
covered by snow and ice.
More impressions swirled and sped by, eclipsing
her thoughts, taking control.
Bright pinpoints of red and orange exploded,
swarming under her closed lids. The high-pitched sound of a hundred musical
instruments in discord screamed in her mind. The syrupy aroma intensified. She
caught two words through the cacophony—a plea, and a warning.
“Cadjoo. Mabrath.”
Her chest constricted, unable to expand.
Help. Death.
The meaning of these two words, in a language
she’d made up as a child, took her breath. She pushed recognition away,
refusing the insistent vision that pried at the corners of her mind seeking
purchase.
Prophecy.
The word slithered across her nerves like a dry
whisper.
Heart thudding, her lids flew open. At the
periphery of her vision, the sparkling colors blinked out, and the heavy
atmosphere in the room lifted. Erynn’s ears popped and the shrieking voices
died, sudden quiet making her believe the shrill proclamation left her deaf.
She jumped up, chair legs screeching backward on polished tile as the desk
banged into the seat in front of her. “No!” Her shout rang out in the small,
quiet room.
Floor heaving like rolling waves, she leaned
against the desk on unsteady legs. Startled students in her weapons-and-tactics
class stared at her, most of them shaking their heads and smirking. Ridicule
and resentment came as a barrage of stinging barbs digging under her skin.
Concentrated emotions of pity, anger, concern, scorn, disgust and envy
bombarded against her attempt to focus, to gain control.
In a practiced technique, Erynn envisioned a wide
tunnel of white brightness spiraling into a tiny point of light. This method
narrowed her exposure to the emotions of others. The reactions assailing her
all but disappeared. She hissed quick breaths through clamped teeth and the
nauseating sensation of motion stopped.
Meet the Author
In 2013, I received an honorable mention in Writer’s Digest’s Self Published book awards for MG/YA. I guess I am learning something!
Ideas from dreams follow me into warm sunny days or the quiet of falling snow. “What ifs” feed a vivid imagination. Even mistyped phrases may lead to an “aha” moment. Brain storming sessions standing in windy, dark parking lots with fellow writers release thoughts that pry at the corners of my mind, grasping for purchase. Sometimes the ideas pursue me, with persistence.
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Giveaway
R. E. Sheahan is giving away a paperback copy of Book Two (Storm of Arranon Fire) and Book Three (Storm of Arranon Allies and Enemies)!
Terms & Conditions:
- By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
- One winner will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive both books
- This giveaway ends midnight October 28.
- Winner will be contacted via email on October 29.
- Winner has 48 hours to reply.
Good luck everyone!
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