Eye of the Soul
Pool of Souls by Terri Rochenski
Release Date: October 7, 2013
Target Reader: Adult
That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.
Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.
Or so she believes.
Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.
Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.
Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.
Eye of the Soul (Pool of Souls #1)
Release Date: October 7, 2013
Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with the fantasy genre. Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her two young daughters allow. When not potty training or kissing boo-boos, she can be found on her back patio in the boondocks of New Hampshire, book or pencil in hand.
Terri will now take your questions …
What is your favorite book genre and why?
I have two loves – fantasy and romance. Both transport me out of the ordinary, everyday life. They’re great escapes for a stay-at-home mom!
Do you reread any titles? Which ones?
If you have one favorite, what is it about that book in particular that makes it so special?
Honestly, I don’t have ONE favorite. Any of those mentioned above – in both genres – have proven better & better with each read.
Which book that you read in 2013 surprised you most? What is your most anticipated read still waiting on your to-be-read list?
Surprised? Hmmm. Perhaps Patrick W. Carr’s A Cast of Stones. It’s a new favorite and I can’t wait to read the final installment in his The Staff and the Sword series.
Are you a plotter or panster? Have you ever tried writing a book the other way? What happened?
Total plotter to the extreme. I’ve written a flash fiction piece or two the other way. Both got published, but it seemed a LOT more work. Go figure!
What do you see on the horizon as the next big trend in fantasy writing?
No clue. Fantasy is fantasy IMO – the high / epic / medieval subgenres anyway – but there’s been a LOT of merging lately, especially in the paranormal genre.
Which author’s writing do you most admire and why?
Rapid Fire Round:
Morning or night person?
Cat or dog?
I prefer neither although we have 2 cats. O_O
Bubble bath or shower?
Shower. Who has time for bubble baths??
Beach or mountains?
Ice cream or pie?
Camping under the stars or four star hotel?
Under the stars!!!
Stiletto pumps or hiking boots?
Ha! Stilettos. As if.
Movie night in the theatre or T.V. at home?
A theatre? What’s that?
Ha! I know the feeling.
Thanks so much for being here today, Terri! So excited about your fabulous new book!!! (I’ve read it, it’s great, people)
Cursing her arthritic fingers, Miri squeezed out a rag and draped it over the human man’s hot forehead.
“I’ve seen a lot more harvests than you, old goat,” she muttered, lifting his eyelids. “I’m thinking you’ll never catch up either. Doubt you last another half-moon’s phase.”
Miri pushed to her feet and stretched her hunched back. A heavy sigh slipped past her wrinkled lips as she glanced around the sick house. Keeping the night watch wasn’t too bad—she’d volunteered often since her old bones wouldn’t allow much sleep.
“Joints wasted, hearing all but gone …” Miri yanked on the long white braid lying over her shoulder. “I’m the old goat.”
She shuffled down the aisle, woolen kirtle swishing in the silence. A cool, autumn breeze rustled the crimson leaves of the magnolia and palm fronds overhead, drawing her gaze upward. Violet streaks lit the pre-dawn sky.
A dog barked, yipped, and fell silent.
Miri peered across the village green to the thatched buildings beyond. A shadow passed between two cottages. Another three hurried toward the neighboring dwelling.
“Sight fading or my mind, too?” Miri rubbed her watery eyes, blinked, and leaned forward. Light flickered through the palm trees behind the outlying homes.
The flames drew closer, weaving between the trunks.
Humans from the mainland? Miri’s hand clutched at her throat. Soldiers. Fadir have mercy.
The men crept through the village, taking up positions at every doorway. Two brutes, more horse-like in size than human, approached the sick house. Sputtering torch held high, the first strode forward, dark eyes intent upon Miri. A green surcoat covered broad shoulders and fell to his thighs. The golden wheat sheaf of the city of Varosh adorned his chest.
Cold sweat beaded upon Miri’s brow. Breath burst from her lungs, and she moved back, clutching the door jam.
The second soldier stepped closer, chains and shackles clanking in his hand. He stopped two paces away from Miri, and a smile stretched his stubbled cheeks, revealing rotted teeth. “Good morning pointy-ears.”
Miri stared, heartbeat thundering in her ears. She’d been called worse in her eighty-three birth passings but never with such malice.
A single cry rang out across the village, and doors crashed inward. Screams rent the air.
“Don’t fight Native woman,” rotten-teeth sneered, shackles outstretched.
“W-why?” Miri whispered, taking a step backward.
A scowl narrowed his gaze, and his fist shot forward.
Bursts of light and pain exploded through Miri as she crumpled to the floor.
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