Publisher:
StudioKae PublishersRelease Date:
June 2011Length:
100,000 wordsEbook ISBN:
B004YXL72OPaperback ISBN:
978-0615500096Visit the Author's website
Saga of the Setti
Book Preview: "RISING"
REVIEW
This book had me captivated from the start. The characters jump off the page and you feel like you really get to know them. I love the relationships they have with each other - romantic and otherwise.
Quite early on, the tension builds and before you know it you are sucked in and 'living' the story. At several points during the action I could literally feel my heart rate speeding along with the characters'.
Stephanie Judice has an amazing imagination and the imagery she conjures will take your breath away. An awesome book that you won't be able to put down. I can't wait for the next one in the series.
Reviewed by: Amanda Cowley (UK)
amandaleighcowley.blogspot.com
EXCERPT
"I stepped steadily through an endless field of sugar cane in a haze of night fog. I’d been here before in this eternal nightmare. Knowing I wouldn’t wake up until I saw them, I walked on. I gripped the cold, black stone in my palm, disturbed by its familiar presence. The stone was always there in this nightmare, freezing my palm till it burned. I never knew what it was or why I held it, but there was deep power in it. Something compelled me to move on. The thin blades of cane sliced my exposed skin. The row of green stalks lashed at my arms and bare chest as I pushed my way farther into the field ahead. Abruptly, the cane field ended. I found myself standing alone at the edge of a brackish swamp. Pain seared through every vein in my body, pulsating from the burning stone in my hand. I stood still, staring into the darkness. A storm was brewing. Lightning flashed, revealing cypress trees bending in the wind and waves of rippling black water. I held the stone tightly in my fist. A sudden gust of wind swept across the water. I stood firm although the gale threatened to topple me. A whispering, rustling sound began to build. A streak of purple lightening split the sky. To my horror, hundreds of ghastly shapes flew toward me. The whispering was not the wind, but the movement of these creatures drawing closer. I was frozen to the spot, doomed to watch them advance."


