“Nightmares or waking dreams? Only the keeper of the Legend knows… and it’s up to him to keep them from harm!” With a hook like that, how could I not read the book? This book will certainly have you questioning whether Gods exist or not. This book took me by surprise in a good way. If you love invading armies, soldiers and magic, then this you will love this exciting fantasy story.
Nightmares or waking dreams? Only the keeper of the Legend knows… and it’s up to him to keep them from Harm!
By day, Jeffery is the best friend of Montague the Magician. By night, he’s the powerful warrior, Harm, The Legend, who leads a band of Berserkers—ridding the land of evil while saving villages by the score. Only Montague knows the villagers also have to cough up a hefty pouch of coin for the privilege of being rescued!
All Jeffery knows is he has no memory of any battle he fights. Under the Spirit of Lohocla, he awakens the morning after the battle barely able to think for the pain in his skull and the lethargy in his body. The more Jeffery tries to discover his lost memories, the vaguer Montague becomes until it’s too late not to tell the truth—at least part of it. But how could Jeffery ever imagine his entire life may be smoke and mirrors… just ephemeral fragments of dreams?
THE CYCLE OF HARM—enter a world of magic, mayhem, and mystery you may never be able to leave… if the Spirit of Lohocla captures you in its embrace!
The sharp sounds of boots on the stone floor outside interrupted his lament. Two guards dragged something heavy; Harm had returned, and he couldn't walk.
The corner in which Montague crouched lay opposite the door: a standard thick, heavy, wooden affair bolted from the outside which opened inwards. He stood so the guards would spot him when they opened the peep-hole, a politeness appropriate to receive visitors, though they wouldn't open the door until he did. But upon standing, he felt diminished anew without his cloak, not as impressive, no different from any other person in a no-longer white shirt and brown pants belted to keep from falling.
The peep-hole banged open and the guard's eye scowled through the opening, a satisfied grunt indicated everything was to the gaoler's satisfaction.
"Ready to tell us what we want to know, little man?"
Montague winced inside as the gaoler's bad breath stuck at him like a knife. He drew himself up to his full height and thrust an imposing finger at the guard. "Fool!" He kept his tone low and ominous. "Fool! I know such truths to make you gibber in the corner as the fear drove you mad. No one must know the truths I do."
The guard quailed, before remembering on which side of the door he stood. "Er, is that a 'no'?"
The guard's confused expression didn't clear. "Do you mean 'yes' as in yes, or 'yes' it's a no?"
"Inept moron!" Montague raged, his patience never the strong suit. "Yes, it's a no!"
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Melindra Hattfield Snowy, a part-time writer and full-time dreamer, who of course prefers to be known as MH, has penned The Cycle of Harm. She is also the author of the first three adventures of The 12 Nights of Jeremy Sunson, which are collected in her first novel, The Nights Too Dark, described as chock-full of fun where the end of the world meets Groundhog Day.
MH has also penned several short stories including We Three Laws of Robotics Are and The Secret Invasion of George Kranskii which explains how road rage is result the result of an alien invasion.
You can find MH at www.MHSnowy.com, on Goodreads, and you can follow @MHSnowy_Dreamer on Twitter.
When not writing or occupied with her dual-identity, MH walks through the mountains with her partner or tries to unravel the secrets of her great-grandmother, an adventuress who disembarked from the French steamer Laos in 1931 seeking to uncover rumours of Mayan temples deep in the heart of the Amazon jungle, and disappeared, never to be heard of again.
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