I've decided I want to push my novel some more and try to convince people to buy it. I have posted an excerpt below to give you a little taste of the story. In it, Princess Lesa runs away from her arranged marriage into the city of lost ones. Oliver was one of her trusted advisors, but in this scene, she realizes that even he has betrayed her. I have the little teaser about Arthur at the end because the story of Lesa and Rittlock merges with the story of Arthur and Lancelot in what I think is an exciting way. It would also help if someone reviewed it for me on Amazon.
If you purchase a paperback copy or ebook version, I will send you a sneak peak of my novel in progress called: Fall of Knight. It's about a teenager who has a severe mental illness. It tackles the subject of bullying and harassment. I think it's a good book and will be a success once I finish it. Buy Lancelot and message me on facebook with an email, and I'll send you the first ten pages of my new novel.
Anyway enjoy the excerpt, and order the book on Amazon or at this address:
Lesa and Peter slid out into the night
air and landed safely on the ground.
“I
didn’t do anything, Peter.”
“I know you didn’t but I think I do
know who did.”
Lesa heard three short popping noises
in rapid succession. Peter flew back against a wall then fell to the ground.
A light dispersed the darkness. Lesa
saw blood all over the wall and saw Peter lying motionless with blood seeping
from his wounds.
“Princess.” A man stepped from the
shadow. He held a rifle with a light attached to it. “It’s time for you to go back
to your husband.”
Though she trembled from fright, Lesa
tried to act rationally. She held her hands behind her back and opened up the
leather pouch.
“It’s going to be quite an honor to
escort you back to the castle. I’m sure Rittlock will reward me.”
Her hand closed on the handle of the
jeweled dagger.
The man stepped closer and lowered his
weapon.
“You ought to know better than to go
out into the city of the lost ones by yourself.”
He
stopped, just out of reach. “You’re a
pretty little thing. A virgin too. All kinds
of
things could happen to you out here.” He smiled at her. “I could always tell
Rittlock I never found you.”
“He would kill you.”
“Or else I could just never go back. I
have plenty of friends in the city. Lots of places to dispose of your body after
I get finished with you.”
“You don’t have to kill me.” A certain
cool, detached attitude filled her.
“Nervous without the almighty Rittlock
here to protect you?”
Lesa could hear the hatred in his
voice, but she didn’t know if it were for Rittlock or her or both of them.
“I think I’ll say I found you dead,
ravished by the lost ones. No one would know any different.”
Lesa swallowed down her fear. Her mind
worked feverishly.
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” she
said, hoping her voice did not shake. “Like I said, you don’t have to kill me
if all you want is a little fun. I always enjoy a little fun.” One more step, she thought. “Come here and kiss
me. A little taste now, and later when we get off the streets, a full dinner.”
He slung his rifle over his shoulder,
reached out for her, and grabbed her in his arms. Lesa drilled the knife into his
side; his eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped. His knees buckled and Lesa
let him fall. For a minute, she watched him and made sure he didn’t move. Then,
she pulled the dagger free. As she began to kneel over Peter, she heard voices close
by.
“She has to be near.”
She recognized Oliver and started to go
toward him.
“I had a guard waiting for her. Peter
won’t even know what hit him,” Oliver said.
Lesa
ducked in shadows and ran down a street.
***
Arthur looked over the field. Bodies
littered the ground. Mordred’s siege continued. So far Camelot had not fallen,
but he didn’t know how much longer they could last.
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