Title- Through The Oracle’s Mist
Series- Vengelys Series #1
By- Aedan Byrnes
Genre- Historical Paranormal Romance
Published By- Drake Valley Press
USA
Synopsis
In the blackest night,
with the moon and stars to guide him, she would always be there waiting…
Cyrenna thought she died the day she watched Tynan and his
brothers jump through the banishment portal in an act of solidarity with Rigor.
Little did she know, it would be the first of many deaths she would experience
in her quest to claim his heart. She would surrender not only her immortal
soul, but a mortal one repeatedly. Through a deal with the great Oracle, she
has multiple mortal lifetimes to change the direction of her future and have a
chance with Tynan.
Her journey spans the ages from the GenPei War in Japan and
the Silk Road west, to Cromwell, the Three Kingdoms and modern times, bringing
her one step closer to forever until she makes a misstep. Then, the burden
falls to Tynan. The only thing that is absolute is her fervent hope that he
will come, but there’s one big problem.
Through it all, he doesn’t so much as know her name.
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Character Bios
In Through the Oracle’s Mist, we meet the Vengelys brothers;
Rigor, Mastema, Tynan, Lone, Denoheau, Asmodai and Kyrna. The Vengelys are a family of warriors for the
throne of Amaranth. While we meet them all briefly, the main male for this tale
is Tynan. Tynan is very certain he knows everything he needs to know about
himself and is content with his lot in life. Through the mist and time he
learns that he has a lot to learn about love and sacrifice. His sense of duty,
family, and honor are clear to him, until they are not and he must choose. He
is a fighter but a protector, a brother and to his surprise an incomplete man.
He learns, but is it fast enough?
Cyrenna of the Erian is a beautiful, smart, purposed woman.
She sits at the right hand of Amarine, one of the god-faces of Amaranth as an
advisor in the affairs of the Aradian people. She has no notion of any other
life or purpose before it is time for her to be reborn, until she sees the
Vengelys and recognizes Tynan as her one perfect match. She faces the ultimate
challenges in trying to answer the one question she never knew she would
face…how much is forever worth? Through the mist and time she learns not only
the answer to that question, but just how far she’s willing to go to get it…or
a chance of it.
Excerpt
They call me street
rat…filthy child…wasted life. Foraging about what seems to be palace walls
judging by the building beyond them, I suppose that’s how it looks even if an
inaccurate appearance for my soul. Who was I to educate them? They are not my
purpose here. Tynan exists in this place.
Glancing about, watching my
reflection in a lingering puddle I realize this is by far the youngest I have
been. Judging by previous forays on this plane, I would guess that Tynan will
be as he always is, and in time I will find him. Or, he will find me.
Considering my circumstance, I hope it’s sooner than later.
Shouting from nearby grabs my
attention. Young voices and loud commotion are getting louder. They’re coming
closer. Suddenly, there are bodies everywhere. Mostly young people like me,
racing past the place where I stand transfixed. Behind them, also running are
adults, a lot of adults. By their garb I would guess them to be soldiers or some
type of guards, though their attire does nothing to help me identify where, or
more importantly when I am. The youth are fighting on the fly. They throw
rocks, rotten food, or whatever they can grab easily as they scatter to the
four winds. One is trying desperately to pull me along, but finally gives up
and saves himself. I am as if stone, captivated by the guard at the far end of
the way.
The erratic jet hair that
skewers out from under the helmet, and the eyes bluer than deep ice, announces
like a bugle blast in my head and an explosion in my chest, I have found Tynan.
Or, Tynan found me. If only he knew it was me. My pulse is running faster than
the youth who passed me going the opposite direction of my gaze. The world
itself is drowned out of all perception, save the spotlight of my vision that
can only see him. This tunnel-vision is probably why I missed seeing the blow
coming. He turned to me, eyes widening in what I mistook for recognition. I saw
his mouth open and him start in my direction, just before I saw nothing at all.
About the Author
A lifelong lover of words and writing, he claims a diverse
reading appetite and his writing reflects the myriad influences. A
self-proclaimed 'reader's writer', he looks for the emotional and the sensory
in word combinations, not just the visceral comprehension of phrases in the
stories he crafts and his love of all things literary shines through.
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