It’s no secret Elizabeth Hunter and I are friends. So when she asked me if I wanted in on the cover reveal, I tried to demand sexual favors–from her characters. Alas, they’re only real in my mind.
One day I’ll be able to manifest my book boyfriends into reality.
Anyway, I’m super excited about The Staff and the Blade. You see, Damien, like me, is SLAVIC. So, I feel like, even though he’s a figment of Elizabeth Hunter’s imagination, we could have a good time–eating, playing ice hockey, bitching about Russia, eating, comparing winter coats, eating.
Sari, much like my PSM, is Nordic. So I know I’m good there. Aquavit is Nordic vodka. There’s a plan.
I want the angels to PAY. (That sounds bad.) But I do.
SO HERE GOES!
Obviously, we’d do much talking. Seriously.
Warriors. Lovers. Enemies. Legends.
Damien and Sari. Their union became pivotal in Irin history. But to understand their ending, you must go back to the beginning. A young singer and a hardened warrior meet and mate, but their life is torn apart by violence, betrayal, and grief.
Yet no matter how much pain and anger stain their lives, bonds in the Irin race cannot be abandoned. Damien and Sari will never truly leave each other, because those who are destined cannot be ignored.
The Staff and the Blade is a novel in four parts. It is the fourth book in the Irin Chronicles.
“She hates me as she loves me. Wholly and completely. Sari never does anything by halves.”
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“You’re calling me naive?”
“Yes.” She leaned forward. “You may be older than me, but you’re still the noble Irin warrior of ages past. This world is not black and white. It never has been.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“You think every scribe has a conscience and a code of honor because you do.”
He looked away from her.
“Not every scribe is noble. Not every Irin wants the Irina back. Not every one of your brothers would sacrifice himself to protect me or any of my sisters.”
“I know I’m no saint. None of us are.”
“No, you’re honorable. And decent. And good.”
“And I love that about you,” she continued, even as her throat started to close. “I love your honor. I love your decency. But Damien, the world is not like that. It’s a hard, cruel place with countless shades of grey. People are selfish and weak. We do things…” She choked. “We do horrible things because we think it’s the only way to survive.”
Damien turned back to her. “There is nothing you can do that would make me love you less, Sari.”
She gave him a bitter smile. “That’s because you don’t know what I’ve done.”
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