“Apollo’s Raven,” Historical Fantasy set in Ancient Rome and
Britannia
Linnea Tanner
“Apollo’s Raven” is a Celtic tale of forbidden love, magical adventure, and political intrigue.
Blurb:
24 AD Britannia
is in turmoil. Celtic kings hand-picked by Rome to rule are fighting each other
for power. The Celtic Warrior Princess Catrin is swept into a political web of deception
when the Roman Emperor Tiberius demands allegiance from her father, King Amren.
After King Amren
takes Marcellus, the great-grandson of Mark Antony, as a hostage, he demands
that Catrin spy on him. Romantically drawn to Marcellus, she learns a curse
cast by the former queen threatens the fates of the king and herself. Torn between
her forbidden love for the enemy and loyalty to her family, Catrin calls upon
the mystical powers of the Ancient Druids to alter the dark prophecy that looms
over her.
Excerpt (taken
from the first chapter when Catrin enters her raven’s mind to scout the
warships landing offshore near the white cliffs):
Catrin again hesitated. Once
before, when she had melded and disconnected from her raven guide, she lost
consciousness. It took awhile for her head to clear after that episode. If that
happened again, it could spell disaster so close to the precipice.
She stepped away from the cliff’s
edge and stared into the Raven’s eyes, which glowed like amber gems. The
bird’s talons emitted a bolt of electric heat into her arm. A light flashed in
her mind, and the Raven’s essence permeated her core being. She knew that she
had entered the Raven’s prescient mind.
The landscape appeared blurry
until she adjusted to the Raven’s eyesight. Brightly colored wildflowers
dazzled her with purple hues that she was unable to detect with her human eyes.
A thrill rushed through her veins as she sensed the bird’s breast muscles
contracting to flap its wings. When the Raven began its
thrust into flight, she felt the misty air lift its outstretched wings.
When the Raven soared toward the
channel, she could see her human form standing as motionless as a statue on the
emerald hilltop clasped to the jagged precipice. The sheer chalk cliffs formed
an impenetrable wall against the crashing waves. Beyond the cliffs, there was a
sparsely vegetated shoreline toward which several ships were sailing
and where other vessels were moored. Armored infantrymen were disembarking, wading
to the shore, and marching across the beach. On higher ground, soldiers set up
tents in a square encampment. One of the guards had a lion’s head covering his
helmet. In his hands was a pole with a silver eagle on top. She assumed it
meant powerful animal spirits were guiding them.
A palatial tent in the center of
the encampment caught her eye. Its outside walls were made of twined linen
sheets, violet and red, brocaded with eagles. Surrounding the central structure
were crimson banners, each emblazoned with the sun god in a horse-driven
chariot. At the tent’s flapped entrance were two foreign noblemen attired in
purple-trim white togas. Another man, towering over the foreigners, wore a
rustic toga and plaid breeches—garments that nobles from her kingdom typically
dressed in. From the back, he looked familiar, his thick coppery hair
draped over his shoulders like a lustrous wolf pelt.
To confirm her suspicions that she
knew this tall, brawny man, Catrin directed the Raven to circle around, so
she could get a closer look. When the man’s ghostly, disfigured face came into
view, her heart wrenched. She recognized her half-brother, Marrock.
Grotesque images of ravens pecking
tissue out of his face flashed in her mind. For seven years, she had believed
herself safe from him, but there he was—a specter arisen from the cold ashes of
her nightmares.
Why has he returned with an
army?
A sense of doom crawled all over
her when Marrock’s head tilted back, as though he knew her essence was
flying overhead. His blue-green eyes began glowing and changed to the same
amber-gem color as her raven whenever she harnessed its magical power. The
Raven’s muscles suddenly paralyzed, freezing its wings. A strong force
pulled her through a crevasse in the Raven’s mind and hurtled her into a tunnel
of brilliant gold light.
She plummeted, tumbling out of
control, toward a black portal in the center of a rainbow-colored arch.
Biography
Linnea Tanner weaves Celtic tales of love, magic,
adventure, betrayal and intrigue into historical fiction set in Ancient Rome
and Britannia. Since childhood, she has passionately read about ancient
civilizations and mythology which held women in higher esteem. Of particular
interest are the enigmatic Celts who were reputed as fierce warriors and
mystical Druids.
Depending on the time of day and season of the year,
you will find her exploring and researching ancient and medieval history,
mythology and archaeology to support her writing. As the author of the
“Apollo’s Raven” series, she has extensively researched and traveled to sites
described within each book.
A native of Colorado, Linnea attended the University of Colorado and earned both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in chemistry. She lives in Windsor with her husband and has two children and six grandchildren.
A native of Colorado, Linnea attended the University of Colorado and earned both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in chemistry. She lives in Windsor with her husband and has two children and six grandchildren.
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