The
Prophecy Chronicles: Prophecy Revealed
Ron Hartman
ISBN: 978-1-62420-065-6
Genre:
Fantasy
Excerpt
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Daniel Marten crossed the Burning Sea and convinced
himself that he is the Prophesied One. But what does that mean? In this second
installment of the Prophecy Chronicles trilogy, Daniel forges new alliances in
his bid to save Naphthali from the Emperor. He meets the Tene’breon, a magical
race that has evolved to use the Weave as effortlessly as he breathes air. The
leaders of this race recognize him for what he is…but they also see something
more. Naphthali has been dramatically altered by the rule of a new governor, a
man whose power is tied to Daniel in a horrifying way. How far will Daniel go
to save Naphthali? And what is the secret that binds his destiny with his new allies?
Only time will tell in The Prophecy Chronicles: Prophecy Revealed.
REVIEW:
The Prophecy
Chronicles: Prophecy Revealed
Ron Hartman
978-1-62420-065-6
By Nickie
Fleming
5 Stars
out of 5
First of all, I should
mention that I'm a proofreader for a e-publishing company. When I received
another manuscript to proofread, my first thought was: no, not another fantasy
novel! I really am not fond of fantasy books. I remember starting in Tolkien's
Lord of the Rings - a long time ago - and closing the book after having
struggled through the first three pages. Nothing for me.
So I began with dread into this book. But hey, I managed to get through the first pages and before I knew it, I was drawn into the story.
This is the second novel in a series. I did not read the first one, but it was the story was easy to follow even when you hadn't read the first installment. It's the story of Daniel Marten who believes himself to be the Prophesied One and tries to keep his beloved Naphthali from danger. Naturally it's filled with fantasy elements but they are quite believable. Having crossed the Burning Sea, Daniell now meets the Tene'breon, a people very close to nature and its forces, like the Weave. He is looking for their help in going back to Naphthali, where a new governor brought a reign of terror.
I quickly read through the book, wanting to find out how Daniel fared and if he would succeed in his task. I am now more than eager to read the first book as well, and of course I'm looking out for the next one.
This book gets a five star rating!
So I began with dread into this book. But hey, I managed to get through the first pages and before I knew it, I was drawn into the story.
This is the second novel in a series. I did not read the first one, but it was the story was easy to follow even when you hadn't read the first installment. It's the story of Daniel Marten who believes himself to be the Prophesied One and tries to keep his beloved Naphthali from danger. Naturally it's filled with fantasy elements but they are quite believable. Having crossed the Burning Sea, Daniell now meets the Tene'breon, a people very close to nature and its forces, like the Weave. He is looking for their help in going back to Naphthali, where a new governor brought a reign of terror.
I quickly read through the book, wanting to find out how Daniel fared and if he would succeed in his task. I am now more than eager to read the first book as well, and of course I'm looking out for the next one.
This book gets a five star rating!
EXCERPT
The four burst into the room. Bastion let Daniel go and he
stumbled several feet forward before catching himself. He sensed Broken Bow and
Meadow Song move off in opposite directions, and heard the door snick quietly
closed behind them. Waves of agony rolled up Daniel's arm. He bent over at the
waist, trying to control a grunt of pain. He saw stars and had time to think,
I'm going to pass out, before the voice, filled with power, spoke. "Who
are you?"
Daniel gasped and pulled in a lungful of air, forcing down
the agony. Still bent over at the waist, he snapped his eyes forward, to where
another man just entered the room from the opposite side. He was at least six
and a half feet tall, his head wreathed in wavy brown hair. He wore silk robes,
beneath which muscles bulged and tensed as he studied Daniel, his bright eyes
narrowing. It had to be Bertolli.
Daniel forced himself to stand upright. "I…" was
all he got out before everyone reacted on reflexes alone.
The man cut him off, bellowing, "Guards!" He
started to take a step forward, but then sensed movement to his right. He spun
to his left just before Broken Bow's great sword made a low whistle as it
sailed through the air where he'd been standing. Without even realizing he was
doing it, Daniel pulled his throwing knife and let fly. The large man was too
fast, though, prancing back the other way before the blade reached him. He
reached around his waist and launched all three throwing daggers in rapid succession,
but the man merely knocked the small blades away with the backs of his hands.
Behind him, Daniel heard guards slam into the door, but
Bastion was able to push it back and hold them out, at least momentarily.
Bertolli spun away from another unseen attack by Broken Bow and froze,
reversing course at the last moment. He ripped a dagger from his belt as he did
so and whipped around again, aiming low. He led with the blade until it
stopped, seemingly in midair. What Daniel heard next made his blood run cold.
Meadow Song cried out and the air shimmered before the big
man. In seconds, she was visible, impaled through the stomach. "No,"
Daniel cried as he darted forward, reaching for the A-blade. Meadow Song's eyes
were wide in surprise as her robes stained scarlet around the dagger.
Bertolli's face was transformed into a savage grimace of triumph, until he saw
his victim. The beauty there made him pause, but only for a moment.
Daniel and his friends froze when Meadow Song cried out.
Before anyone could react, Bertolli spun behind her. He pulled the dagger free
as he went, wrapping his left arm around her bosom. Meadow Song whimpered when
the slow stain on her robes became a torrent as the cloth soaked through. He
pulled the bloody blade up to her throat and roared, "Halt! Show
yourselves or she dies."
Daniel's suddenly nerveless fingers fell from the A-blade.
"No, don't! We'll stop."
The air shimmered right beside the big man as Broken Bow
came into view, holding his great sword at the ready. Behind Daniel, he heard
the door give way and soldiers rush in. In seconds he felt a sharp blade poking
him in the back, and knew Bastion stood down as well. He couldn't take his eyes
off Meadow Song's pain-filled face as he heard the heavy thud of a club hitting
flesh, then Bastion was shoved off to the side, a large welt forming above his
left eye.
"Drop your weapons," Bertolli growled, poking the
tip of his dagger under Meadow Song's chin.
With leaden fingers Daniel pulled the A-blade from its
sheath and dropped it to the stone floor with a clang. A distant part of his
mind registered the dagger Bertolli held had a broad short blade and wide
pommel, not the Blade of Endar. Well, at least there was that. He raised his
left hand in a placating gesture as Broken Bow's sword hit the floor as well.
"Okay. We've done it, please just let her go."
Bertolli didn't move the dagger from Meadow Song's chin.
Daniel could see beads of sweat forming on her brow, and a small line of blood
trickled down her neck. She was shaking, her eyes rolling back in her head. His
eyes bore into Daniel's as he growled, "Remove your hood."
Daniel's attention was on Meadow Song, so he didn't
immediately obey Bertolli's command. Fire burned in the governor's eyes as he
glared at Daniel. He jabbed the dagger up slightly and at the same time the
guard behind Daniel pressed forward with his sword, splitting Daniel's robes
and skin. He barked in pain and stumbled forward. "Alright." Blood
trickled down his back as he reached up and pulled back the hood.
Bertolli's hard glare softened in momentary surprise when he
saw Daniel's scars. His eyes shot down to Daniel's right arm, which was still
sheathed within his robes. Even though Bertolli couldn't see it, Daniel saw the
recognition in his eyes, the knowledge Daniel had been maimed like so many of
his victims.
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