Astarte’s Wrath by Trisha Wolfe
A Kythan Guardians Novella
Prequel to Destiny’s Fire
Two thousand years before Dez Harkly developed her secret powers, Kythan Astarte vowed to free the Kythans from the binds that enslaved them to the Egyptian pharaohs and sorcerers. Discover the prophecy that originated from a very different time, and spans generations to link two very different girls…This is the beginning.
Set against the backdrop of the Battle of Actium, in the city of Alexandria, Star struggles with her guardian duties as her feelings for the newly named pharaoh of Egypt grow deeper. Not only is Caesarian her duty, he’s the son of Cleopatra, and he’s…human. All of which makes their love forbidden.
But when a conspiracy linked to Caesar, Caesarian’s own father, creeps its ways into Alexandria, Star must choose between helping her fellow Kythans free themselves of their servitude, or protecting her charge—the last pharaoh—while Egypt burns around her.
Expected publication: July 2012
So what do I think?
Holy crap! That looks freaking awesome!!! Not only does it look hot but almost creepy too. Those look like snakes around her neck. Crazy!
I was excited to be a part of this cover reveal because I read Destiny’s Fire earlier this year and loved it. You can read my review for that book here. I wanted to know more about this world and I’m stoked that there’s a prequel to get my hands on. I can hardly wait!!
Now for the excerpt:
Whenever the sky bleeds, covering the once-blue pallet with crimson, and the bright ball of fire burns through billowy puffs of white, staining them and the earth in hues of red-orange and amber…and ash floats on a non-existent breeze, I know the Narcolym Guardians are waging a battle.
Shuttering my window, I unloose the hemp thread, and a sheer curtain veils the sand-covered horizon from my vision. My fingers trail the cream fabric, the tips tracing the darkening clouds against the light material as my other hand curls into a fist by my thigh, dousing the swirling vortex rising up at the charge in the air.
Astarte, I correct inwardly, but pinch my lips closed. “Yes, Habi?”
Habi’s footsteps echo throughout the mud-brick room as he approaches. “It’s time…”
Now I’m REALLY intrigued!!
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So what do you think? Like/dislike? I want to know! Leave me a comment. I love feedback!!!