Book Excerpt from The Rising Wind

7 Jul

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We’re hosting an excerpt from fantasy novel “The Rising Wind”. Enjoy!

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Eventually, the companions broke through the tree-line, emerging on the rim of a broad valley. This afforded them a panoramic view of the far side of the island. Each of them stopped to gaze in appreciation.

The forest sprawled across the valley floor in front of them, coating virtually everything in lush, dense green. Yet throughout a wide basin near the shore, the woods were punctuated by flecks of geometric stone. Gradually, the companions realized these were the remnants of a long-forgotten city. They were gazing over the ruins of an ancient metropolis that had been digested by nature some time long ago.

Dominating the city, however, one monument remained clearly visible: an ancient palace. At the head of the valley, it sat on the face of a limestone hill that had been hewn into uniform terraces by ancient laborers. The façade had been crushed, as if slammed by some titanic hammer. Eons of detritus and lichen had softened this damage, leaving the edifice sprawled across the hillside like a melted candle. The towers the companions had glimpsed from a distance rose from the crumbled roof – stone horns sprouting from a shattered skull. If Balthazar was to be believed, then this was the ancient palace of Aganthos.

Clearly the navigator was convinced, for his trail led directly toward the ruined citadel. “I’ll say this much for Balthazar,” Marc said. “He’s brave. I wouldn’t go up there alone, no matter how much you paid me.”

The Rising Wind

The Rising Wind Cover final - CopyTitle: The Rising Wind

Author: Ken Floro III

Genre: Fantasy / Adventure

Have you ever dreamed of being swept into adventure alongside a dashing knight or two? Would you be outraged if you were suddenly thrust into terrifying dangers against your will? What if you found yourself trapped on a cursed island, in the middle of a haunted sea, surrounded by your worst enemies? When a conniving treasure-hunter hijacks the Rising Wind, its passengers will find themselves facing all this and more!

The same trick didn’t work a third time. When Marc stepped into the ring of firelight and shouted a challenge, his adversaries shrank into the shadows across from him – more cautious now than they had been earlier. Their broad limbs and hulking silhouettes prowled the darkness at the edge of the forest, disguising their numbers. Standing exposed, in the open clearing, Marc felt vulnerable, but he knew he couldn’t run. For an anxious moment, he just stood there, uncertain what to do next. The curse of inexperience was lack of foresight, and Marc hadn’t stopped to calculate an alternative in case his original plan failed. Now he had to think on the spot. Unfortunately the present circumstance was no place for contemplation. So, in that dangerous moment, he acted on instinct.

 Author Bio

Ken was born and raised in the Southside of Saint Louis. By the way, did you know Saint Louis was named after King Louis IX? He was the only French monarch ever to be sainted, in part because he led two Crusades (which didn’t go so well), but mostly because his grandson, Phillip the Fair, sort of abducted the papacy to France after finagling one of his henchmen into becoming Pope. Since adding a saint to the family tree would put a little extra burnish on his royal reputation, Phillip had his pet Pope, Clement V, do him a solid. You’re welcome for the trivia.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, we were talking about Ken Floro III. After earning a degree in World Literature, followed by a degree in Culinary Arts, Ken soon made the obvious career move and went to work in medicine. If you’re having any trouble guessing why, then you’ve obviously never served time in the literary or culinary fields. A little taste of reality can suddenly turn a healthy paycheck, normal working hours, and long-term job security into sumptuous delicacies.

 Despite the sudden change in his employment trajectory, Ken never turned away from his dream of writing. He’d nurtured a lifelong creative ambition, which had gained direction when a funny true story he wrote for a high school English class became so popular with his classmates they traded copies of it in the hall and passed them up and down the bus. After that, as they say, ‘the die was cast’.

By the way, the ancient historian Suetonius originally coined that phrase, claiming Julius Caesar said it when he crossed the River Rubicon – but in Latin, of course, iacta alea est. Ever since, those words have been used to indicate a portentous moment that affects the course of all subsequent history. In Caesar’s case, crossing the Rubicon sparked the first of the civil wars that ultimately destroyed the Roman Republic and replaced it with that institution most abhorrent to traditional Romans (who had all been conveniently killed or exiled by then): monarchy. In Ken’s case, in just means that English paper led him to focus on writing as a means to channel what the voices in his head kept telling him.

Wait! Did I say ‘the voices in his head’? Whoops, sorry. Just a little joke there – ha-ha! What I meant to say was that Ken turned to writing to express the, uh, inspiration he received from . . . the muses. That’s sounds less crazy, doesn’t it? Yeah, let’s go with that. The editor can fix all this later, right? Anyway, ever since that catalytic moment in high school, Ken has been writing as a hobby and a passion. Thus far, he’s published eight books, along with several other tidbits, all of which are available on his website, southsidecavaliers.com.

 

Links

Website: southsidecavaliers.com

Amazon (Paperback): http://www.amazon.com/The-Rising-Wind-Chronicle-Company/dp/0984711767/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1371812065&sr=8-1&keywords=the+rising+wind+ken

Amazon (Kindle) http://www.amazon.com/The-Rising-Wind-Chronicle-Paperback/dp/B00CP6Q7W2/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1371812065&sr=8-3&keywords=the+rising+wind+ken

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-rising-wind-ken-floro-iii/1115635218?ean=9780984711765

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