The Fall Of Celene by A. Evermore

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The Fall Of Celene
by A. Evermore
The Prophecies of Zanufey Book Two
Keteth is gone, but the battle for Maioria has only just begun. Now Issa faces a far deadlier enemy as the Immortal Lord’s attention turns fully in her direction. Hameka, a cunning, ruthless, brilliant commander takes his savage undead fleet of Maphraxies to the unsuspecting tranquil shores of Celene. Cirosa, her plans thwarted, hungers for revenge.

Issa’s enemies are many, and few seek to join her cause. But a new hope is rising and it lies in the soul of a long forgotten king. Will the Cursed King of the Banished Legion awaken to remember his past? Can he find his knights before it is too late?

The hunt is on for the Raven Queen and nothing will stand in Baelthrom’s way, he must destroy this new power that grows with the rising dark moon… or assimilate it.

Here is a tale of benevolent Goddesses and fallen Dark Lords, Dragons and Dragon Lords, Witches and Wizards, forgotten Kings and Raven Queen’s.

The Fall of Celene is the second volume in this stunning new epic fantasy series brimming with magic, adventure and the ultimate struggle for freedom.
Note: International author using international spelling, phrasing, and punctuation. These are not errors, just non-US.

Genre: Fantasy
Content/Theme(s): Magic, Dragons, Demons, Wizards, Witches, Elves, Fae, Gods & Goddesses, Swords, Sorcery, Immortals, Myths & Legends, Epic Fantasy
Release Date: March 8, 2015
Publisher: Starfire Epic Fantasy

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‘You look beautiful,’ Asaph complimented, his blue eyes flashing in the firelight.

‘It’s amazing what khol, clothes and wine will do,’ she said dismissively, hoping the firelight hid her blushing.

‘You look, er, clean,’ Issa said, blushing deeper, and quickly added, ‘strong, uh,’ how on earth do you compliment a man? For a moment she was sure she must look like a goldfish, mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the right words. She gave up with a sigh as he burst out laughing. Luckily another jug of karalanth wine made it their way and she hastily refilled her mug, glad for the distraction. She had no idea what to say to him or why she always got so flustered.

Asaph just sat there grinning as he sipped his full mug. It only made it worse, he always seemed to know what to say and when to say it. He’s probably had lots of girlfriends anyway…

‘It’s the wine, uh, it makes me say funny things’ she said between sips. I can’t tell him he looks handsome and his hair matches the colour of the fire. That would just be flirting! ‘Do you have a girlfriend? A wife?’ she asked, trying to sound conversational but it actually came out more confrontational. He laughed. She coughed. ‘Of course it’s none of my business…’ she waved a hand dismissively.

‘No I don’t,’ was all he said. He drank deeply of his own glass though his eyes never left hers. She looked away from him feeling very hot. Isn’t he going to ask me the same? Clearly he wasn’t. It probably doesn’t even matter to him anyway!


Dancing was actually good fun and in the end she laughed so much she thought her sides would burst. When the song changed, or the thumping drums changed their beat, everyone swapped partners. The karalanth she danced with winked at her and as she turned away slapped her on the bum. With a shocked squeak she fell into Asaph. He only laughed though the surprised expression on his face said something about his own encounter.

‘Ugh maybe we shouldn’t have had that cake,’ she said dizzily leaning into him.

‘You and me both!’ he nodded, ‘let’s find somewhere to rest.’

They cleverly spun to the edge of the ring and slipped out of the firelight.

‘Phew!’ Issa sighed as they sunk in unison onto the cushions. They had found a fire further away than the rest and it was blessedly empty. She lay back on the cushion and stretched.

‘Alone at last,’ he said, laying perched up on an elbow beside her.

She looked up at him. He was looking at her oddly, his deep blue eyes were captivating and her pulse quickened. No one had really looked at her like that before, not even Tarry, and she was suddenly nervous with no idea what to do.

Everything moved in slow motion as he bent his head towards her, his warm lips touched hers and it seemed fire ignited there. A knot of butterflies fluttered tightly in her stomach. She opened her lips and he kissed her harder. The knot in her belly burst into passion that flooded through her veins to her lips and throughout her whole body.

Her mind swam and she found herself looking into The Flow. It was alive with swirling orange and red waves or flames, like firelight. It mingled with an endless stream of indigo blue flowing like the ocean. It came as a shock when she opened her eyes for right now she could see The Flow the same with her eyes open, flowing all around and through Asaph and her own body. Her head swam and she could do nothing but return the passion. It would be up to him to release her. When he finally did it took some time to regain her senses and The Flow to calm.

She blinked in shock, she had been easily and completely disarmed, stripped naked and quivering with a desire she had never known before. Slowly her breathing calmed and her senses returned. He was still looking at her, a soft sheen of perspiration on his flushed face. There was both fear and raw longing etched in his eyes and something bordering on guilt.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said seeing the shock on her face ‘It’s just you look so beautiful lying there and I...’

She didn’t know what to say, she wanted more but thought she should not, ‘Uh, it’s all right, I drank too much wine, uh, maybe I should go and sleep it off?’ her voice was shaking, part from fear and part from the desire that still sung in her stomach. Damn it, I want another kiss, she thought but shoved the voice away. Right now she felt more afraid of herself and her emotions than she had of Keteth.

‘Or maybe we should have more wine,’ Asaph said, seemingly equally disarmed.

She giggled and he grinned back down at her. Having lost their mugs a while ago they set about searching for clean new ones but only one was left upon a wooden table accompanied by a large ceramic carafe of wine. They poured a full glass and giggled when it sloshed over the side.

Issa and Asaph sat close to each other, arms over each other’s shoulders as they talked about the feast and the karalanths and watched the dancing. Over the next hour the feast began to thin as people made their way back to their homes or suspiciously into the forest. By the time they had finished their final mug it was very late and their was no sign of Coronos or Triest’anth. Only the drunkest karalanths were still up joking amongst themselves. The dancing had stopped but a woman and man played a softer tune on their harps by the much reduced bonfire.

‘Let’s help each other to bed,’ Asaph said, lugging himself up and swaying a little. Issa giggled but when he pulled her up the whole world rocked. She squealed when he heaved her into his arms. All the karalanths turned to look at them and grinned. One made a rude joke from the sounds of it, which she was glad she didn’t quite catch.

‘I can walk you know,’ she slurred, ‘sort of.’

‘I’m sure you can. But I can’t, I need your weight to balance me,’ he replied, equally slurry as he staggered all the way back to Triest’anth’s house, which was blessedly and surprisingly empty.

‘Poor Triest’anth’, she said, ‘he must long to have his house to himself by now.’ Asaph grunted in agreement as he set her down beside her bed. Someone had thought ahead and left large pitchers of water by the hearth ready for the morning headache.

She sat down on her bed pallet and he on his opposite. Would there be another kiss, she wondered, but stifled a yawn. He stooped over and kissed her on the cheek and sat back down again. Yes, that was best, she smiled back at him.

‘Goodnight,’ she said and drew the curtain around her bed.

‘Goodnight,’ he replied, laying down.

She didn’t think she would sleep for a long while as she wondered whether to creep into his bed. But it couldn’t have been more than minute and she was fast asleep and if there were dreams she did not remember them.
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