Ammey McKeaf: The Chronicles of Azulland, Book 1 by Jane Shoup
By SMW Staff
Ammey McKeaf, only nineteen, is loved and protected, not only by her father, the most revered General in Azulland, but also by five older brothers, all champions of the games that are held on the 15th century island country. Her brothers have trained and challenged her all of her life, especially at swordsmanship, which will serve her well.
Trouble stirs when Marko Corin, the ambitious leader of Bellux-Abry, seeks to gain control of the country. His small bands of highly trained soldiers, known as ‘wolf packs,’ roam the country, reaping destruction and death. When a pack strikes close to the Forge, home to the McKeafs, Ammey is escorted to sanctuary — but sanctuary is a thing of the past.
As violence reigns, Ammey is rescued and taken into the mystical Vihlae Forest, where she discovers strength she did not know she possessed, and learns the art of survival from one of her rescuers, sparking an undeniable passion. As Ammey travels from one end of Azulland to the other, battling to survive and protect those around her, she will be tried and tested beyond anything she could have imagined, but will her efforts be enough to save herself and those she loves?
About the Author:
Jane Shoup is a native of Southern Indiana and a 20-year resident of North Carolina. Her novel, Pedestals, won the Eppie Award for best action thriller in 2006. Currently, her day job is in real estate, although she writes every moment she possibly can. Shoup says writing is like slipping into another world — which is precisely what she aims to do for her readers. She is the mother of three young adult daughters.
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Excerpt from Ammey McKeaf: The Chronicles of Azulland:
In the middle of the Cantabric Sea, surrounded by the Kingdom of England, the Kingdom of France and the five kingdoms that make up the Iberian Peninsula, was the island country of Azulland. It is no more—or so they say, yet every ship that attempts sailing past that phantom land area, the very space the country once occupied, is lost, never to be seen again. ‘Cursed’ is the whispered reply. Perhaps. I once thought so.
The mystery of Azulland has been an object of great speculation and pure fabrication Eventually, in the passage of time, it may be forgotten altogether, just as we’ve forgotten Ydlil, Khlohar, Atlantis and so many others. Perhaps it matters not—yet there are legendary tales from this country that are worth knowing. I know because it was my home—and will be again if I ever manage to secure passage back.
The regret I feel for fleeing her shores is more profound than words could ever express. Like the others who fled, I was fearful for my life. If granted time, I will explain that, but I dare not divulge the most compelling factors for my leaving at this point in my narrative. It takes time to explain how things came to be the way they are—or rather, were—when I fled.
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