Brothers of Blood an Epic Fantasy
by James Fuller
Everything changes when Meath finds himself in the magically veiled village of
Salvas. News of the death of his friends leaves him teetering on the verge of emotional
ruin and bitter loathing. Yet an enthralling new life connected to his past presents
itself within the quintessence that is Salvas.The true nature of the false prince is revealed, bringing on a whole new light to
the devastation Draco Kingdom faces. Meath sets himself to the task of avenging
his broken life the only way he can, kill Astaroth…Captured Zehava, Dahak, Nicolette and Shania struggle to stay alive when they find
themselves now slaves. Zehava and Dahak are thrown into the Pit where blood and coin
come at the forfeit of life. In a desperate attempt to keep their group together they must
turn off their humanity to keep the identity of Draco’s heir hidden and safe while they
plot a daunting escape.
James Fuller has enjoyed the fine art of writing for many years now, he‘s
been busy with many on the go book projects lately as he‘s extended his writing from
fantasy fiction to also writing a short story anthology as well as an up and coming zombie
apocalypse. His popularity has grown not only locally but online through Facebook
where he runs his author’s page which is constantly growing as he hosts contests and
give-aways daily.
James has an absolute passion for his characters and unique twisted plots with his
detailed writing skills that really brings his books to life and makes his characters and
their journeys so favourable. As an author he also goes above and beyond when it comes
to writing battle scenes, the intricate design and explanations of fighting, not only in
swordplay but also in tactics is one of James incredible expertise in which he delights in.
When James isn’t on his computer writing the third instalment of the Fall Of A King
series “The Bastard King: Birthright“, he enjoys recreational activities such a camping,
fishing, hiking, and archery. Along with being an adventurous outdoors man James also
spends many of his hours in a day as a devoted husband and father.
Meath stood in a lightly wooded area, majestic, ancient evergreens standing
proudly and absolute around him. A soft breeze drifted through the branches
causing them to sway in a slow methodical dance. It was a serene moment, one that
was lost on him.He stood no more than an arm reach away from the magical veil that
surrounded Salvas. A thick black line of ash scared the earth and up the cliffs edge
and across the tree line in both directions as far as his eyes could see. Even if he
was not Gifted, he would have been able to feel the tremendous power that radiated
off the nearly transparent wall that shrouded the magical community. Now that
he stood in front of it he could see many vast differences from the world outside
from the world within. The colors of the trees, grass, bushes and even the ground
seemed dirty and faded as if the thousands of years since their beginning had aged
them like worn leather. The skies held the biggest differences – within Salvas the
sky was the brightest blue Meath had ever seen, and had he not have witnessed it
he would have doubt such a color could exist.He wondered what would truly happen if he pushed his hand through,
what was stopping him from stepping through to freedom. Zada had said that to
go through the veil without the proper items could be deadly, but was she really
telling the truth or just installing a false sense of fear so he would not try and
leave? Then again was freedom really on the other side? What was left for him out
there now? The only person he cared about that might be alive was Ursa, and even
that Meath could not know. He held his hand up to the mystical veil, not more than
a finger span away. His body quivered slightly as the rare power of the veil seemed
to touch his own innate gifts, mingling with them in some familiar supernatural
connection that took Meath’s breath away.“Be careful Meath,” a familiar voice said from behind.
Meath shifted his glance to see Kara standing not far from him. “Why bother
being careful if I no longer care?” Meath asked dryly.Kara sighed, seeing the depth of his pain in his eyes. “There are still things
to care about Meath.”“And what should I care about Kara?” Meath asked, looking back at the
veil and out into the dulled world beyond. “Everything I knew and cared about has
been killed or destroyed.”“But you did not,” she reminded him. “There is more to the world than just
your side of it Meath. You cannot bring your friends back, but that does not mean
you cannot make new friends or make a new life for yourself.”“To what purpose,” Meath sneered back. “To witness them die too?”
“To what whatever purpose you wish it to be Meath.” Kara took a step
closer. “But one thing I know for sure, if you die your friends died for nothing.
Without you vengeance and justice cannot be had.” The lie of his friend’s death
stung her soul, she wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth, yet for the
greater good she did not.Meath took a deep breath his hand lowering to his side again. “I want to
know why I am here, and I want to know now.” He turned to her, his eyes burned
with misery, hate and promise. “No more avoiding it, no more telling me when I
am ready, I want to know now.”“Okay Meath, but I am not the one that has all the answers you seek.”
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