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Title: With Shield and Ink and Bone
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: Upper YA Historical Fantasy
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens at The Illustrated Author
Publication Date: Nov. 13th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: 
A hard-earned shield.

 

Days before she is to take her place as a shield maiden, like her mother before her, two deaths alter the course of Liv’s future. One belonged to a witch who called her by name, the other a chieftain from the north. Vengeance for the chieftain’s death comes in a wild fury that burns her village and slaughters her family. Left for dead, Liv pleads to Skuld – norn and weaver of the future – to spare her. A deal is struck that will endow her with the dark magic needed to claim her vengeance. But this power comes at an unfathomable price…

 

Ink made from the ashes of loved ones.

 

After his home is attacked, Calder races to warn neighboring villages of the threat. Little does he know he’s traveling into the path of fate that will lead him straight to Liv. Despite being broken, angry, and overwhelmed by power she cannot contain, it’s her willingness to defend others that draws Calder to her.

 

Armor forged from the bones of those she held dear.

 

Together, Liv and Calder discover they are two sides of the same sharpened blade. Rising from the heartache and fury in their pasts, they see a future together worth fighting for. With their strengths and hearts combined, can they become a force powerful enough to defeat the fleet of darkness coming for them? Or will the thread of fate that binds them unravel?

 

Praise for With Shield and Ink and Bone:

 

“An exhilarating Viking-inspired fantasy, With Shield and Ink and Bone by Casey L. Bond keeps your nerves teetering on the blade of an ax!” – Lani Forbes, award-winning author of the Age of the Seventh Sun series

 

“With Shield and Ink and Bone is a fast-paced, vivid, and mesmerizing tale that will keep you hooked from beginning to end. If you love Vikings or strong heroines you’ll find lots to enjoy here! Casey L. Bond has woven together unexpected twists, high stakes, romance, and bargains with gods to create this original story for readers.” -Victoria McCombs, author of The Storyteller’s Daughter

 

Casey L. Bond has managed to take a classic genre and make it new and fresh. A page turner that kept me staying up late just to know what was going to happen next. Excellent writing, excellent story. Well done!” – Quinn Loftis, USA Today bestselling author of the Grey Wolves series and The Viking’s Chosen

writing, excellent story. Well done!” – Quinn Loftis, USA Today bestselling author of The Grey Wolves series and The Viking’s Chosen

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Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. She likes goats and yoga, but hasn’t tried goat yoga because the family goat is so big he might break her back. Seriously, he’s the size of a pony. Her favorite books are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters she would want to hang out with. Most days of the week, she writes young adult fantasy books, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank page.

Casey is the award-winning author of When Wishes Bleed, the Frenzy series, and fairy tale retellings such as Riches to Rags, Savage Beauty, Unlocked and Brutal Curse. Learn more about her work at http://www.authorcaseybond.com.

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Title: With Shield and Ink and Bone
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: Upper YA Historical Fantasy
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens at The Illustrated Author
Publication Date: Nov. 13th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: 

A hard-earned shield.

Days before she is to take her place as a shield maiden, like her mother before her, two deaths alter the course of Liv’s future. One belonged to a witch who called her by name, the other a chieftain from the north. Vengeance for the chieftain’s death comes in a wild fury that burns her village and slaughters her family. Left for dead, Liv pleads to Skuld – norn and weaver of the future – to spare her. A deal is struck that will endow her with the dark magic needed to claim her vengeance. But this power comes at an unfathomable price…

Ink made from the ashes of loved ones.

After his home is attacked, Calder races to warn neighboring villages of the threat. Little does he know he’s traveling into the path of fate that will lead him straight to Liv. Despite being broken, angry, and overwhelmed by power she cannot contain, it’s her willingness to defend others that draws Calder to her.

Armor forged from the bones of those she held dear.

Together, Liv and Calder discover they are two sides of the same sharpened blade. Rising from the heartache and fury in their pasts, they see a future together worth fighting for. With their strengths and hearts combined, can they become a force powerful enough to defeat the fleet of darkness coming for them? Or will the thread of fate that binds them unravel?

 

Praise for With Shield and Ink and Bone:

 

“An exhilarating Viking-inspired fantasy, With Shield and Ink and Bone by Casey L. Bond keeps your nerves teetering on the blade of an ax!” – Lani Forbes, award-winning author of the Age of the Seventh Sun series 

“With Shield and Ink and Bone is a fast-paced, vivid, and mesmerizing tale that will keep you hooked from beginning to end. If you love Vikings or strong heroines you’ll find lots to enjoy here! Casey L. Bond has woven together unexpected twists, high stakes, romance, and bargains with gods to create this original story for readers.” -Victoria McCombs, author of The Storyteller’s Daughter 

Casey L. Bond has managed to take a classic genre and make it new and fresh. A page turner that kept me staying up late just to know what was going to happen next. Excellent writing, excellent story. Well done!” – Quinn Loftis, USA Today bestselling author of the Grey Wolves series and The Viking’s Chosen

writing, excellent story. Well done!” – Quinn Loftis, USA Today bestselling author of The Grey Wolves series and The Viking’s Chosen

 

Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. She likes goats and yoga, but hasn’t tried goat yoga because the family goat is so big he might break her back. Seriously, he’s the size of a pony. Her favorite books are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters she would want to hang out with. Most days of the week, she writes young adult fantasy books, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank page.

Casey is the award-winning author of When Wishes Bleed, the Frenzy series, and fairy tale retellings such as Riches to Rags, Savage Beauty, Unlocked and Brutal Curse. Learn more about her work at http://www.authorcaseybond.com.

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Title: The Sisters of Salem
Author: Tish Thawer
Genre: Historical Fantasy/PNR
Publisher: Amber Leaf Publishing
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba Publication
Date: October 30th, 2020
Hosted by: LadyAmber’s PR

Blurb:

Through space and time,sisters entwined.

Lost then found, souls remain bound.

After facing a relentless foe, three sister witches are forced even further back through time
to a place that holds just as much sorrow for them as it does joy. Returning to
their origins in 1685, the trio races to save not only their mother from the
clutches of their new enemy but also to secure the future they’ve worked for
centuries to build.  Avoiding their
younger selves is a necessity that proves difficult, especially when one sister
isn’t sure she wants to leave the past behind. Faced with love and loss, these
witches are forced to endure the burning times again, and one wrong step could
alter history and their future forever.

A Witches of BlackBrook novel. [Best Fantasy/Sci-Fi Novel Winner 2020]

 

#1
Bestseller in Historical Fiction

Top
100 Bestselling in Paid Kindle Store

Best
Cover Award Winner

Readers’
Choice Award Winner

Best
Fantasy/Sci-Fi Novel Winner (x2)

Author

 

Tish Thawer writes paranormal romances for all ages. From her first paranormal
cartoon, Isis, to the Twilight phenomenon, myth, magic, and superpowers have
always held a special place in her heart. Best known for her Witches of
BlackBrook series, Tish’s detailed world-building and magic-laced stories have
been compared to Nora Roberts, Sam Cheever, and Charlaine Harris.

Tish has worked as a computer consultant, photographer, and graphic designer, and
has bylines as a columnist for Gliterary Girl media, RT Magazine, and Literary
Lunes Magazine. She currently resides in Missouri with her husband and two of
her three wonderful children, and operates Amber Leaf Designs, an online custom
swag retail store.

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Title: With Shield and Ink and Bone
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: Upper YA Historical Fantasy
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Publication Date: Nov. 13th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: 

 

A hard-earned shield.

Days before she is to take her place as a shield maiden, like her mother before her, two deaths
alter the course of Liv’s future. One belonged to a witch who called her by
name, the other a chieftain from the north. Vengeance for the chieftain’s death
comes in a wild fury that burns her village and slaughters her family. Left for
dead, Liv pleads to Skuld – norn and weaver of the future – to spare her. A
deal is struck that will endow her with the dark magic needed to claim her
vengeance. But this power comes at an unfathomable price…

 

Ink made from the ashes of loved ones.

 

After his home is attacked, Calder races to warn neighboring villages of the threat. Little
does he know he’s traveling into the path of fate that will lead him straight
to Liv. Despite being broken, angry, and overwhelmed by power she cannot
contain, it’s her willingness to defend others that draws Calder to her.

 

Armor forged from the bones of those she held dear.

 

Together, Liv and Calder discover they are two sides of the same sharpened blade. Rising from
the heartache and fury in their pasts, they see a future together worth
fighting for. With their strengths and hearts combined, can they become a force
powerful enough to defeat the fleet of darkness coming for them? Or will the
thread of fate that binds them unravel?

 

Praise for With Shield and Ink and Bone:

 

“An exhilarating Viking-inspired fantasy, With Shield and Ink and Bone by Casey L.
Bond keeps your nerves teetering on the blade of an ax!” – Lani Forbes,
award-winning author of the Age of the Seventh Sun series

 

“With Shield and Ink and Bone is a fast-paced, vivid, and mesmerizing tale that will keep
you hooked from beginning to end. If you love Vikings or strong heroines you’ll
find lots to enjoy here! Casey L. Bond has woven together unexpected twists,
high stakes, romance, and bargains with gods to create this original story for
readers.” -Victoria McCombs, author of The Storyteller’s Daughter

 

Casey L. Bond has managed to take a classic genre and make it new and fresh. A page
turner that kept me staying up late just to know what was going to happen next.
Excellent writing, excellent story. Well done!” – Quinn Loftis, USA Today
bestselling author of the Grey Wolves series and The Viking’s Chosen
writing,
excellent story. Well done!” – Quinn Loftis, USA Today bestselling author of
The Grey Wolves series and The Viking’s Chosen

 

Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters.
She likes goats and yoga, but hasn’t tried goat yoga because the family goat is
so big he might break her back. Seriously, he’s the size of a pony. Her
favorite books are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters
she would want to hang out with. Most days of the week, she writes young adult
fantasy books, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank page.

 

Casey is the award-winning author of When Wishes Bleed, the Frenzy series, and fairy
tale retellings such as Riches to Rags, Savage Beauty, Unlocked and Brutal
Curse. Learn more about her work at http://www.authorcaseybond.com.


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“Words hold power,” she finally said, taking up a long, wooden staff and walking toward me,
closing the distance between us. I realized it was her wand, not a staff. The
tip looked woven, like strands in a basket, but even as they bowed from the
staff itself, they rejoined to make a fine tip. They said witches could use
their wands to spin the fates of lesser men.

I wasn’t lesser. My eyes narrowed at her closeness.

“Few realize that,” she continued, undeterred. “They waste what little power they have by wagging
their tongues too much.” She smiled as she approached, stopping only when the
bottom of her crimson skirts brushed the tops of my boots. “But not you. You
observe first and speak only when it’s necessary. Even when your mother doesn’t
warn you beforehand.”

I swallowed thickly as she lifted a hand and let her thumb ghost down the lumps and bumps
of my braid, pausing over the iron serpent coiled around it. She took in my
shield. “I need you to come with me now, Liv.” She turned her back to me and
began walking away from the shore.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, refusing to follow her retreating form as she walked
toward the wood.

She turned with a knowing smile on her lips. “Because someone very important has a message for
you.”

She continued her trek, using her wand to help her up the slope, weaving herself into the
oaks and pines as if she was a scarlet thread in the forest’s vast tapestry.

My feet followed her.

The coppery scent of blood filled the air and we entered the spot where the animals had
been slain. They hung from thick branches in the trees above us, their blood
leaking into pots and jugs, buckets and bowls. “We must sit amongst them,” she
said, laying down her wand. She gathered her fine gown and sat on the forest
floor. “On Winternights especially, there is more power in the dead than in the
living.”

Hodor had stood there earlier. He split his rope to hang each of the animals we brought to
later smoke and preserve. 

I recognized each of them. The scrawny lamb that was born too late in the year and wouldn’t
survive the cold, the goat with the lame hoof, the runty piglet who was born
months ago, but wouldn’t grow despite the amount of food she ate.

Now they were dead, hanging limply from branches, and the witch wanted me to sit with her
beneath them, surrounded by captured puddles of their blood.

Silently, she stared at me and waited for me to comply with her request. I slowly walked
forward, the wind stirring the strands of hair escaping my braids as I stepped
beneath the animals. The moment my backside touched the forest floor, a strange
energy washed through the air.

The dead animals hanging above us began to writhe. The lamb let out a pitiful bleat and
the pig weakly grunted. The cocks flapped their wings and flew in circles. Blood
droplets landed on us. I ducked and shielded my head with my arms, looking to
the witch as goosebumps erupted over my skin.

She sat calmly, completely unaffected. Her cool, brown eyes were fixed on me.

The animals went still again as a gust of wind tore their spirits away once more. My heart
fluttered as I watched them rock back and forth, the ropes that held their
weight creaking on the rough limbs until they finally went still.

Splat.

Splat. Splat.

More droplets of blood splashed into the containers beneath them, wrung out by spirit and
wind.

A slow smile spread over the völva’s berry-stained lips. “There is power in blood and bone,”
the witch offered.

Power in words.

Power in blood and bone.

Power in the slain.

For me, Winternights had always been a raucous mixture of celebration and
spine-tingling fear. The dead walked the earth and joined us as we bade
farewell to summer and greeted the frigid winter, bade farewell to the earth’s
life and let death claim it again, as it had claimed our kinsmen. We were
nearer to them on this night, for they dwelt in the coldness of death now after
their walks in the sun, among the living.

“Why did you ask for me?”

“I told you.Someone has a message for you.”

She untied a small pouch from the belt at her waist and withdrew a wad of leaves, placing
them in her mouth and chewing them. She rolled her neck. Her silken hair fell
over her shoulders as she rocked forward and back, forward and back. Her
movements, once smooth, became jerky and erratic. Her breathing became labored.
She wrung her hands. Her legs fidgeted.

A burning smell filled the air. Not one of oak chips or firewood, but one that smelled of
sizzling flesh.

I scooted away from her.

Her hand clamped onto my ankle. “No!” she snapped. “Do not retreat. She is near.”

I looked over my shoulders, all around the shadowy wood. If someone was close, I couldn’t
sense her. No branches snapped. No leaves rustled.

She removed another small bundle of herbs from her pouch and offered it to me. “Chew.”

I shook my head when she insistently pushed it toward me. I didn’t take it from her. “It is the
gateway to the weavers… to the norns.”

Blood whooshed through my head, through my ears. “The norns?” I asked breathlessly. The
weavers called for me? By name?

“Skuld wishes to speak with you. This is the only way.”

The witch dipped her fingernails into a pot of lamb’s blood and flicked it toward my
face. Small droplets sprayed my skin.

She shoved the wad of blood-soaked leaves into my hand. My clammy palm wrapped around them,
then unfurled. It wasn’t wise to eat certain plants. Some would cause visions,
but some… some killed. And völva often sacrificed humans to the norns and to
the gods. 

They would drug them, and when they did not know their head from their feet, the witches would
tear the heart from their chest and hold it, still beating, in their hands,
calling out to the gods to show what they’d done for them.

“I won’t eat it.”

 “But, Skuld—” The witch’s voice cut off. Her breath hitched, then a squeak escaped her throat. My mother stood behind her,
the tip of her knife biting into the woman’s skin, her knee in the witch’s
back.

The runes began to writhe on her forehead, cheeks, and throat as she called upon her magic, but
my mother didn’t care. She held her blade tightly and refused to relent.

What is she doing? The witch will kill us both! Or Skuld may decide to clip the threads of
our lives for refusing her… I leapt to my feet.

“I believe she declined your request,” Mother gritted.

The völva’s dark eyes locked on mine. “You are making a mistake. You’ve seen the first sign
of what is to come.”