Monday, March 16, 2015

Lioness of Kell Book Tour



About The Book


Title: Lioness of Kell
Author: Paul E. Horsman
Genre: Fantasy
The lioness Maud is at eighteen already a black powerhouse of brawn. When she is ordered to fetch a young thief from a pirate town, she thinks it an easy task. Until she and Jurgis the thief find themselves running for their lives.

Young warlock Basil sees his life threatened by a summons from the Warlockry Council, to prove his beauty. He knows his lame foot will betray him and escapes on the first ship out of town. On board he meets Yarwan, a handsome midshipman, who awakens feelings he never knew existed.

When the four young people meet, Basil learns of a spell that could repair his foot. Only the spell’s creator, the infamous Black Warlock, disappeared nearly a century ago. As the four decide to go looking for him, they start on a path leading to an old war and unsolved mysteries that will change their world. Or kill them.

Book Excerpt 
CHAPTER 10
‘Now!’ Jurgis said, pulling at her elbow. ‘Shoot him now!’
‘Wait.’ Maud felt a great calm. This was what she had trained for. ‘Go below.’ She turned and shoved Jurgis into the safety of the hold. The ship’s officers had no eyes for her, as she crouched on the ladder and pointed her gun at the captain. Felrich stood transfixed, his face a mask of fear and hate as he stared at the approaching boat. He dyes his hair, Maud thought inconsequently and pressed the trigger.
For a split second, nothing happened. Then, the bullet blew away part of the captain’s head, scattering blood and bits around, and his pudgy body collapsed to the deck. Maud stared open-mouthed at the unexpectedly violent result. Then she jumped up, hooked the pistol on her belt and drew her sword. The mate and the bos’n stood frozen in shock, staring at their dead captain, until Maud’s battle cry made them start.
Desperately, the mate went for his weapon. He was too slow while Maud swung her massive sword, and blood spurted as his head took leave of his neck.
‘That’s two!’ Maud shouted. ‘For Kell and the Brannoe Queen!’ She turned and saw how Jurgis jumped over Felrich’s body toward the bos’n at the companion ladder.
Maud growled at Jurgis’ exaltation as he avoided the woman’s dirk and rammed Hala’s short spear into her side. With a single cry, the bos’n tumbled from the ladder, knocking two sailors into a heap.
Then Maud heard the sound of the ship’s boat scraping against the hull. Still screaming madly, its people boarded and engaged the crew.
The boy she’d seen before proved a slim brown girl, pigtail swinging in time with her rapier as she went for a club-bearing sailor.

‘Lay down your weapons!’ A wiry young merchant officer in a blue uniform shouted a long string of incomprehensible words. Maud saw the Chorwaynies hesitate. One of them cried something that sounded like a question. The officer answered, and as one man, the islanders dropped their weapons.
Jurgis had jumped from the ladder and attacked one of the Garthans the bos’n had bowled over in her fall.
Maud recognized him; it was Nasal Voice, the boy-loving helmsman.
Then another sailor joined the fight and for a moment it looked bad for the thief. With a shout, Maud vaulted over the railing onto the main deck, knocking over the second man. Jurgis waved his spear and then his knife flashed in his other hand, cutting Nasal’s throat.
‘Soft and beautiful was I?’ He kicked the gurgling helmsman in the crotch and turned. ‘He’ll not want me again, I think,’ he said, and the smile he gave Maud wasn’t funny at all.
She gripped his shoulder and shook him softly. ‘He sure won’t.’ Then she looked up at the mast and the Daisee’s flag waving on the breeze. With a nonchalant swipe, her sword cut through the halyard, and the colors came rushing down.
A cry from the other side drew their attention.
‘She lowered her flag! The ship is ours!’ It was the strange girl dancing a little jig amid the dead


 Author Bio



Paul E. Horsman (1952) is a Dutch and International Fantasy Author. Born in the sleepy garden village of Bussum, The Netherlands, he now lives in Roosendaal, a town on the Dutch/Belgian border.
He has been a soldier, salesman, scoutmaster and from 1995 a teacher of Dutch As A Second Language to refugees from all over the globe.
Since 2012, he is a full-time writer of epic light fantasy adventures for both Y.A. and over. His works have been both trade published in The Netherlands, and self-published internationally.

His available titles are:
* The Shadow of the Revenaunt (Rhidauna, Zihaen, Ordelanden) trilogy
* The Shardheld Saga (Shardfall, Runemaster, Shardheld) series
* Lioness of Kell (standalone)

AUTHOR INTERVIEW
 1. I am Paul E (for Erik) Horsman, born in the Netherlands in 1952. I have been soldier, a scoutmaster, a salesman and an educator (teaching Dutch as a Second Language).
I’ve been a fantasy and sf-reader as long as I can remember, first SF and later changing to Fantasy. Apart from some youthful attempts, I never wrote myself, until six years ago. Then the itch caught me, and I wrote the first two books of the Revenaunt-series. Publishing in the Netherlands isn’t easy and it was only late in 2011 I sold my books to a Dutch trade publisher.
In 2012 my job became redundant, and I have been working on a full-time writing career ever since. I began translating my books into English, had them edited and founded my own selfpublishing company, Red Rune Books.
By now I have 8 English books in the online stores and 3 Dutch ones.

2. Where and when do you like to write?

I’m not one of those lucky souls who can write anywhere. No laptop on a sunny terrace, or scribbling in notebooks while watching football. I need my writing room, my pc, and quiet. (Sometimes music, depending on my mood).

3. As a writer, I write best without too much outline. What I find I do need, especially with a book like ‘Lioness’, in which very much happens, is a timeline. Besides that, I make a list of names, a map of the territory, a list of special words, and things like that.

4. If I must choose a favorite, I would say Jurgis. Because he is a positive soul, who never gives up. He has an astonishing tenacity and manages to keep up with Maud, who is far bigger, and stronger by the factor 2.

5. I am working on three books:
a. Grimoires, a standalone book in my Revenaunt-series, about the young mage Bo and his friends (the death priest Anliin and the ghost prince Jesserie), who is tasked with recovering several ancient grimoires belonging to the exiled Revenaunt Emperor.
b. Broomrider of Kell, a standalone sequel to Lioness, 25 years later, following the adventures of their children against an undead king, pirates and temple robbers.
c. Vavaun, a standalone book in my Revenaunt-series, about Damion and Uwella, heirs to the pocket duchy of Vavaun and their fight for liberation after the evil enemy has occupied their land.

CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH BASIL, THE SPELLWARDEN
 Hi, sit down. Mind the log; I used it to gut these fishes on. You want to ask me some questions? Well, all right, I suppose.

Who I am? I’m Basil, the Spellwarden.

You don’t know? Oh, you’re not from around here. Well, then I suppose I can’t blame you. I’m Basil, son of Argyr prince-warlock on Winsproke. That makes me the Spellwarden.

What a highborn warlock is doing here? Ha, I’m cooking fish for our dinner. Look, I’m on the run. The Warlockry Council wants me to appear and prove I’m beautiful.
Yes, I know that sounds… funny. It wasn’t my idea. The Council says great beauty equals great strength. Everyone in a position of power must be beautiful.
I am, you say? Thank you, but that’s only the face. My foot is the problem. I see you staring at that very inelegant boot. It’s ugly, but without it, I can’t walk much. No toes.
Yep, the lack of five digits threatens my position, my magical health and my life. The foot makes me ugly, thus unsuited to be a warlock. They’ll take out their little knives and snip-snip, cut the magic part out of my brain tissue. That’s it; I’ll be nothing. So I fled.

A plan? I didn’t have one before, but now I do. Thanks to Jurgis – that’s the guy over there, looking like me – I now know there must be a spell to give me toes. Only, the guy who wrote the spell, who has the book, disappeared a long time ago. Now we’re searching for the man and his spell book.

 Young? What do you mean, young? I’m seventeen, a full adult! We Vanhaari live longer than most people, but we don’t look our age. That’s part of our magic; a bonus.

Now, step away from the fireplace, I’m going to light it and I wouldn’t want you to catch fire. WHOOSH.  Oops, sorry.
Yes, I know I’m a messy fire lighter. I am an elementalists, I can light up an army that way, but something as finicky as a fire is difficult. Does it hurt?

I’m glad. Any further questions? No? Then I bid you a good day.

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