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In the 6th century Sir Gawain
volunteered without hesitation when King Arthur asked him to track
down a sorceress building influence through a terrible power. Now,
his quest has pitched him through time into 21st century New York
City and he must fulfill his original pledge to his king to stop an
evil cult bent on enslaving humanity.
Tara O'Malley has recently assumed
responsiblity for her family pub in Brooklyn, the family finances,
and the safety of a medieval dagger that has been handed down for
generations. When the dagger is stolen, she soon discovers her best
hope to recover it rests on the broad shoulders of a golden stranger
who seems to have stepped right out of a Renaissance fair.
Together Gawain and Tara must overcome
the myths and curses of the past to safeguard humanity and any chance
they might have for a future.
Excerpt from Timeless Vision
21st
century
His body sore and aching, Gawain opened
his eyes to find his vision blurred and unsettling. It happened
whenever his physical sight blended with the mystical bond that
allowed him to see the world through his greyhound’s eyes as well.
He’d long ago stopped cursing the roots of magic in his family that
made the union possible, as the gift had saved his life on the
battlefield more than once.
At the moment, his hound’s view was
full of Gawain’s profile. The devotion warmed him, though it wasn’t
helpful. Had they succeeded in putting an end to Morgana’s
followers? He could tell by the cool air and near darkness they were
in a cave. Suppressing a shudder at the thought, he blinked several
times until he was seeing only with his natural eyes.
Looking about, he saw they were in what
amounted to a stone tomb. Hearing water flowing nearby, he muttered a
prayer of thanks to his squire for following directions. Slowly,
Gawain stretched his stiff muscles and sat up, reaching over to pet
the hound’s perked ears. At least one of them was alert. “How
have we fared?”
The hound replied with a soft whine as
he snuffled at Gawain’s beard, then his ears.
He soothed the dog while he regained
his bearings. Images, memories, and plans tumbled through his mind
while he struggled to put his thoughts in a logical order. Though his
armor was gone, his sword and scabbard were at his side. Interesting.
He scratched at the thick whiskers on his chin and cheeks, concerned
by the excessive length of his beard.
The hopeful justification for his
current state was that his last-resort spell had rendered them
exhausted and they’d been mistaken for dead. Even as he considered
the notion, it felt wrong. His empty stomach rumbled with raw hunger.
How much time had passed since he’d been forced to cast the spell?
If all had gone well, if his sacrifice
had worked, he shouldn’t have woken at all.
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Live the adventure,
~Regan
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