For those who don’t know me, I’m a British author published with The Wild Rose Press, I write under my first two names ‘Hywela Lyn’ although I’ve always been called just ‘Lyn’. ‘Hywela ‘ is Welsh, and although I now live in England most of my life has been spent in Wales, and its beautiful countryside inspired much of my writing. T his is my first post on ‘The Pen and Muse’, and I hope you’ll excuse me writing about my latest book, but I’m rather excited about it.
Friday, 19th June, saw the official release of the sequel to my debut novel ‘Starquest’, by The Wild Rose Press. I have to tell you I loved writing ‘Starquest’ it was ‘the book of my heart’ as they say – but I really enjoyed writing ‘Children Of The Mist’ too, and the characters had a few surprises for me, which were fun to discover along the way.
Here’s the blurb to ‘Children Of The Mist’ and a short excerpt:
Two minds united against a common foe. Two hearts afraid to show their love: Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own. Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late? Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?
Tamarith stopped and gazed for a moment across the water. The G-type sun, now fully risen, caused the lake to shimmer like a veil of golden silk, with scarcely a ripple disturbing its calm. The pastel-colored walls of the graceful buildings on the shore reflected the glow of both suns. In the distance, the mountains encircling the settlement reached high into the cerulean sky. The swirling mist that hid their summits was as much a part of Niflheim as the earth upon which she and Vidarh stood.She sensed his mind discreetly touch hers and realized he was staring at her keenly. She turned back to face him, returning his questioning glance and studying him in turn. Taller than average, and broad-shouldered, today he wore a sleeveless, belted leather shirt over thick breeches, with long, icecat-wool lined boots. His upper arms were well muscled, his skin tanned as if he were used to working outdoors. His curly, dark auburn hair, kept away from his face with a plain leather band, reached almost to his shoulders.It caught the sun’s rays and gleamed like the polished dark red wood of the trees that flanked the feet of the mountains.She took in his clear, hazel eyes, with their friendly twinkle, the long, straight nose, strong jaw line and smiling mouth. He would have been fighting off the local unattached young women if the situation they found themselves in were not so serious. Not that she was particularly interested in his looks, or those of any other man, for that matter. No, something else about Vidarh of Ragnak excited her curiosity.