Earlier I talked about how I came to write about the planet Niflheim in Children Of the Mist; This is the blurb, and a short excerpt that gives a little information abut the city of Glasdsheim, the main settlement on Niflheim.
Two minds united against a common foe. Two hearts afraid to show their love: Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own. Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities.
Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late? Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love?
Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?
The sure-footed ponies picked their way along the narrow mountain path and Vidarh shivered against the sharp wind, his sodden clothes clinging to him, heavy and uncomfortable, chilling him even further. On reaching the foot of the mountain they urged the ponies into a mile- eating gallop, the exhilarating pace lifting his spirits and making him less aware of his discomfort.
He knew there were questions Tamarith wanted to ask. Every now and then, he caught fragments of her curiosity, and that of the others. However, he merely projected back to her that he would explain once they reached Gladsheim and he’d changed into dry clothes.
At last, Gladsheim came into view. Vidarh drew in his breath. The city was even more beautiful than the stories had led him to believe. The mist, which still swirled over the mountains, had not yet reached the settlement. The setting suns cast a golden glow, suffused with touches of pink and crimson. Elegant houses, ranged around a long, narrow lake beneath snow-capped peaks, stood bathed in the ethereal light. Mosaic paths wound between tinkling fountains, and shrubs and flowers grew in profusion, despite the fine sprinkling of snow on the ground.
Vidarh was still gazing around in awe, when Gullin came to his pony’s head and held the bridle for him to dismount.
Come, you must be tired after your journey. You need to change and then we’ll eat, and you can meet everyone.
Vidarh was happy to alight from the saddle and hand the reins to a girl, who also held Tamarith’s pony. As she and a young man led their mounts away, Vidarh followed Gullin and Tamarith across the delicate bridge, which spanned the lake. Unseen bells tinkled, the sound drifting on the slight wind, and the bridge itself coruscated with all the colours of the spectrum, in the radiance of the two sunsets.
When they reached the far side, Tamarith led him to one of the houses overlooking the lake. I’ll take you to your room. You can bathe before we have our meal.
Praise for Children Of The Mist
Author/Reviewer Marilyn Thompson, Mind Fog Reviews
Tomorrow is the final day of the party (sigh) but I want to share with you the final book in the Destiny Trilogy, and perhaps let my hero, Kerry Marchant, add a few words himself. Don’t forget, apart from a ‘galaxy pendant’ and $6 Wild Rose Press I’m offering as a ‘giveaway’, there are lots of other prizes from the various authors taking part, as well as the chance to win a $100 Amazon Gift Card!