Title: A Reaper of Stone (Echoes of the Ascended, #1)
Release Date: 15th September 2015
“‘A Reaper of Stone’ is truly an inspiring story. There is tragedy, heartbreak, treachery but there is also bravery, hope and victory. A journey that’s worth reading!” – Maya, Goodreads.
“Gelineau and King have created an effective page-turner that espouses modern fantasy values reminiscent of a Anthony Ryan or Joe Abercrombie…” – Jason, Goodreads.
“‘A Reaper of Stone’ gives us a small, satisfying glimpse into an intriguing new world that I cannot wait to enter again.” – Emily, Goodreads.
ECHOES OF THE ASCENDED, #1: A REAPER OF STONE
A Lady is dead. Her noble line ended. And the King’s Reaper has come to reclaim her land and her home. In the marches of Aedaron, only one thing is for certain. All keeps of the old world must fall.
Elinor struggles to find her place in the new world. She once dreamed of great things. Of becoming a hero in the ways of the old world. But now she is a Reaper. And her duty is clear. Destroy the old. Herald the new.
What must have been the entire population of the village stood there. Each person held a torch, flames sputtering and hissing in the rain. They stood silently as Elinor and the column passed, but she knew their eyes were only on her.
They were here to witness the officer of the King’s Army, in her somber black and silver, lead the troop of engineers and laborers to the fortified keep that had stood over their homes for generations. The keep where their grandparents and great grandparents had fought and bled for their lord and the land.
The keep that Elinor had been charged with dismantling.
Elinor had seen those faces before. She was used to the looks of sadness and resentment that followed her. They were the same expressions she had found across the kingdom as lords died and their lands were annexed. As she came to destroy a legacy of honor and tradition that she herself admired.
Yet, it had never been like this. Never this procession through the darkness.
It gnawed at her. Pulled at her. Where were the shouts and the curses? Where were the angry threats of violence and retribution? The people had the same look of sadness, but they stood in perfect stillness as she passed.
Before the open gate of the keep, two figures knelt on the stone path. One was an old man in heavy armor, his white hair hanging down lank in the pouring rain. Beside him knelt a young girl, no more than sixteen summers and slight of frame. They wore the blue and gray of the deceased Lady Kian Lliane. Each had a shield placed on the ground before them and their blades were resting across their palms.