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Friday, June 27, 2025

Iceni - The Year of Sacrifice by: Stephen D. Owen —Book Tour & Giveaway!

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring Stephen D. Owen's latest book "Iceni: The Year of Sacrifice." Dive into the details of this book along with a sneak peek to find out why you should purchase your copy today. Also read to the bottom for a special tour giveaway. Happy reading :).

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The revolt of Queen Boudica and the Iceni against the might of Rome has echoed down the centuries. Nearly 2000 years ago, during the early years of Roman Britain, Boudica, a victim of Roman injustice, raised the Iceni tribe in rebellion against Rome.

Iceni: The Year of Sacrifice
Iceni Book 1
by: Stephen D. Owen
Genre: Historical Fiction

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The air was bitter cold and heavy with tension, threatening more snow. High in the trees that overlooked the track, ravens cried hoarsely.

     The first century of Romans, veterans of the colonia of Camulodunum to the south, halted before the circle of warriors, not twenty yards off. Their leader, the grim centurion with the heavy scar etched across his face, advanced a few paces, with the wolfskin-clad standard-bearer at his side.

     Behind them, another century halted, shields presented to the front in two ranks, their centurion advancing before the first rank. Behind them, hundreds more Romans on foot, marching in column, moved off the track and formed up in ranks. The mounted Gauls had moved around the far side of the palace. More than a dozen surrounded Boudica and the others, spears lowered.

     Even as the Roman veterans and Gauls halted in perfect formation, investing the palace buildings of the Iceni, the mounted leader rode forward from the track.

     He halted by the lead centurion and dismounted silently. A soldier moved forward from the ranks and took the reins of his horse. He stood there momentarily, gazing on the Iceni queen and the others.

     Calonus and his warriors waited silently, hands on the hilts of their swords. The man narrowed his eyes, drawing his rich cloak about him, his breath steaming on the bitterly cold air.

     Then he took a few steps forward, his boots crunching on the snow. The centurion and standard-bearer at his side. Even as he looked on them, Arminus, the priest, saw two more riders moving down the track behind the soldiers, heavily cloaked. He felt his blood run cold as he looked on them. Even though their cowls were drawn over their heads, obscuring their faces, he feared who they might be.

     The leader broke the silence. He spoke in a commanding voice, so that all could hear. “I am Catus Decianus, procurator of Britannia and representative of Nero Caesar himself in the province. He paused. “Which one of you is Bera of the Trinovantes, sometimes known as Boudica, wife to the recently deceased Prasutagus of the Iceni?”

     Boudica paused for a moment then stepped forward, leaving her daughters with Arminus and her serving women. She stood alongside Calonus and his warriors.

    “I am Boudica of the Iceni.”

     The procurator took a few more steps forward, the centurion at his side, looking her up and down. The tension in the air was palpable. Calonus gripped the hilt of his sword as hundreds of Romans stood in silence, watching the procurator and the queen of the Iceni.

     The procurator nodded slowly, as if confirming her words in his own mind. “So be it,” he continued. He raised his voice again, speaking to all of them, so that none of his words could be mistaken.

     “I am here with the authority of Nero Caesar. As a client kingdom, the Iceni are the subjects of Caesar and must answer to his will.”

     He produced a rolled-up parchment from the folds of his cloak. Slowly, he held it up before him.
     Boudica felt cold as she realised what it must be. The will of her late husband. The other copy lying amongst his possessions in the palace.

     “I received this from a so-called embassy of the Iceni. An embassy that carried the words of the Queen Boudica, wife of the late king and self-styled leader of the Iceni.”

     He turned his gaze to her then, his cold, narrow eyes searching hers.

     “You are she.”

     Boudica remained silent.

     “Know this,” he said, “so there can be no mistaking of my words. Your king was subject to the whim of Caesar. A client he may have been in his lifetime, yet now he is dead, his kingdom, his estates, his people are subject to Rome. Rome, and Caesar, are the arbiter and power in this matter. It is the will of Caesar that the Iceni, and the estates of Prasutagus, once king of the Iceni, be brought within the power of Rome.”

     There were angry murmurings amongst the followers of Boudica, yet the queen herself raised her hand for silence. Arminus placed his hands on the shoulders of her daughters. He felt a deep foreboding settle upon him. He looked up into the grey sky, searching for Her. For the all- giving one. Danu, goddess of the people. Yet he knew her presence was distant. His gaze fell on Boudica; so much rested on her shoulders.


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Iceni: The Year of Sacrifice is the first thrilling instalment in this historical trilogy.

60 AD. The death of Prasutagus, the Iceni king, leaves his kingdom divided between Rome and his daughters. The Roman Procurator Catus Decianus seizes the entire territory and brutalizes Boudica and her family.

Driven by vengeance, Boudica rallies the Iceni tribe and allies including the Trinovantes, Coritani, and Catuvellauni. As Roman forces are preoccupied in the north, Boudica's rebel army advances on Camulodunum, the Roman provincial capital, where a vastly outnumbered Roman defence struggles to hold.

With the fate of Roman Britannia hanging in the balance, the epic tale of sacrifice, rebellion, and fierce determination unfolds.

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Stephen D Owen



Stephen D Owen, an enthusiast of Roman Britain and the Iceni Revolt, wished to bring the dramatic story of Queen Boudica, a druid priest and the Iceni Revolt to life in his debut novel, Iceni: The Year of Sacrifice.

Stephen explains: “The revolt of Queen Boudica and the Iceni against the might of Rome has echoed down the centuries. Nearly 2000 years ago, during the early years of Roman Britain, Boudica, victim of Roman injustice, raised the Iceni in rebellion against Rome.

On 1st of August 1984, millennia later, a mysterious link with the drama of the Iceni Revolt may have been uncovered. The remnants of a male peat body were found at Lindow Moss Wilmslow Cheshire, England.

At first the peat body was thought to be a murder victim, yet in time the body was proven to be far older. As old as the Iron Age in Britain at the time of the Roman Conquest.

Known as Lindow Man, or Pete Marsh, archaeologists and experts were called in. A theory was put forward, Lindow Man was in fact a high-born sacrificial victim. A druid priest, perhaps close to Boudica herself, who was a witness and key to the Iceni revolt.

The discovery of Lindow Man inspired me to write Iceni: The Year of Sacrifice. Was this man a priest?

Fundamental to the fate of Boudica and the Iceni? Although my version is fictional, I decided a good challenge would be to write my version of what could have happened, but I would encourage any reader to look into the history to form their own opinions!”

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Thursday, June 26, 2025

Updates and Future Writing Plans in the Works

Hello friends!

I hope everyone had a lovely week so far along with the weekend. I certainly did. We celebrated my birthday on Friday with pizza, cake and family. You just can’t beat that! Thank you to everyone who ordered one or both of our books. I cannot wait to hear your opinions!

I spent a good portion of my weekend hashing out ideas for my next story. A few months back, I had signed on to do another anthology that I am excited about. This one involved magical academies, so I think that will be a lot of fun! My character is a Selkie. For those of you who never heard of them before: they are a creature depicted in both Norse and Celtic folklore. They are shape-shifters that shed their skin to transform from a seal to a human. They’re docile in temperament and often carry a lot of sadness and longing with them. Sadly, many are abused by humans, often forced into marriage by a human who has stolen her skin so that she cannot return to the sea.

My character, however, is not the typical female selkie. Her grandmother, who was the selkie queen, had been taken by humans and forced into marriage for some time. The man she was forced to marry had magical abilities that allowed him to control the elements, which helped him control her and prevented her from being saved by the selkies that served in her kingdom. During this time, she conceived twins. One born with shape-shifting powers, and one without. When the queen finally finds her skin, she tries to take both daughters to the sea with her to keep them safe, but only the one that can shape-shift can go, as it quickly becomes clear that one cannot breathe and must return to land. Their mother, the queen, and both sisters are heartbroken and distraught. The sister forced to remain on the land, tries to visit them frequently, but is soon found out by her father and is punished by forcing her into marriage with a colleague, who is dean of the local academy in their area. 

Fast forward to many years later, the selkie who could return has found love, and gives birth to an extraordinary baby girl. She is perfect in every way, but they soon learn that she has certain inherited magical abilities that she had clearly gained from her evil grandfather. As she grows, her abilities do as well, and the stronger they become, the clearer it becomes that she needs to learn to control them. With great concern and a heavy heart, she is sent to the magical academy by her parents, and very nervous grandmother so that she can learn to control her magic.

Anyway, I don’t want to reveal too much more! I’m just hoping all of you will enjoy the story as much as I am enjoying writing it!

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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Now on Preorder: "Some Call Me Eve," by: T. Pike

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring "Some Call Me Eve," by: T. Pike. Check out the sneak peek below and find out how to preorder your copy today. Also read to the bottom for a special giveaway. Happy reading :).

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Enemies bound by desire. Allies torn by fate.



Some Call Me Eve
by: T. Pike
Genre: Historical Romance

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As if summoned from the depths of the earth, my final challenger stepped forward. He
towered over me like the great castle walls, his shadow engulfing me in darkness. I watched his
sword intently as it swayed like a feather between his fingers.

He struck without warning. I was sent stumbling backward after a weak parry,
underestimating the power of his swing. But speed was my greatest strength, and I recovered my
balance almost instantly. The sheer force of his assaults far overpowered my own, restricting me
to the defensive. Each slash of his blade flew by my head at frightful speeds, backed by a
guttural grunt. I inched my way backward as each slice brought him a step closer. Without
hesitation, my instincts took over, leading me into my signature move.

Gradually lowering myself to the ground, I bent into a squatted shuffle. My competitor’s
attacks persisted, unrelenting. He leaned downward to better reach my chest. At just the right
moment, when he carried his weight on the ends of his toes, I leapt over his low arcing swing,
twisted through the air over his outstretched arm, and landed smoothly behind his hunched
frame. Before he could regain his stance and turn to face me once more, I deli
vered a lethal blow
to the back of his knees.
My rival released a monstrous howl as he fell forward, dropping into a kneel. The heavy
pound of his knees shook the ground, a quake that silenced the entire training field. All watched
in awe as their star fighter lay helpless by my feet.

I looked expectantly at my commander, my racing heart beating in my ears. It was clear by his
crossed arms and knitted brow that he was disappointed in his disgraceful brigade, but from the
slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, I knew he was pleased with my performance. “Finish the
job,” he said in a low voice.

I turned back to face my statuesque adversary. No longer was he the invincible beast he
was just minutes before. Down on his knees, he became a shell of his former self, humbled and
abashed by defeat. Through his face guard, I could just make out his pleading eyes, ashamed
before his peers, begging me for mercy.

With that look, a flood of heat filled my core. A yearning. A hunger. A lustful rage.

I chuckled coldly. How pathetic.

With a skillful twist of my blade, I struck the base of his neck with the flat of my sword,
simulating a dramatic beheading and sending his helmet soaring through the air. It bounced
through the dirt theatrically, spinning on its edge with a clatter before finding its final place of
rest before the feet of the crowd, its hollo interior facing the huddle of defeated men.

A slow clap broke through the deafening silence, echoing across the training field. I lifted
my gaze to see none other than King Ricard, ruler of Vitalia. He was adorned in a violet tunic
lined with golden thread, a puffed silver surcoat that augmented his considerable physique, and a
long, draping cloak exhibiting an intricate design of the royal crest. His threatening stature was
only deepened by his austere visage—a thick nose framing a set of demanding brown eyes; a
bushy, graying beard matching the shade of his thick, protruding brows; and his lips, normally
forming a thin, sober line, now curved in a sly side smile.

The cluster of knights immediately fell to their knees, dropping their heads in a respectful
bow. Even the commander knelt upon the dusty ground before his crowned ruler.

But I did not kneel. Instead, I stood boldly, facing my king with my head held high. The monarch
stilled his hands. All waited expectantly for him to break the silence once more, this time with
his booming voice.

“Well done, Princess Evangeline.”

At his declaration, I sheathed my sword and doffed my helmet to reveal my face. I
released the pin from my hair and let it flow down my back in long copper waves, shining like
the silver armor it lay upon. My crimson lips wore their own smug grin, perfectly matching that
of the king.

“Thank you, Father.”


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Princess Evangeline has an insatiate lust for power. As her kingdom’s most feared warrior and heiress to the throne, she plans to one day rule in her father’s place, just as she rules over countless men during secret nights of sin.

But when the castle falls to a new enemy, Evangeline becomes a slave in her own kingdom, forced to obey the heartless queen’s commands to honor her father’s dying wish: to protect her people.

The princess craves vengeance, but can she resist the carnal magnetism between her and Prince Rune, the queen’s son and royal pawn? And as rebellion brews, can she trust Rune, the man with the power to quench her torrid flames, to be her greatest ally?

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T. Pike grew up in Northwest Arkansas where she swam competitively for more than 17 years. After graduating from Texas A&M University with an English degree and All-American honors, she returned home to pursue her master's in English and write her debut novel: Some Call Me Eve. Now a law student, she enjoys running and hiking with her dogs and exploring the mountains with her partner.

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Monday, June 23, 2025

The 40-Minute War by: Janet & Chris Morris —On Sale Book Tour & Giveaway!

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring "The 40-Minute War" by: Janet & Chris Morris. Dive into this sneak peek, book details, and giveaway to find out why you should purchase your copy for the discounted rate today. Happy reading :).

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The book that foresaw 9/11…and worse.

The 40-Minute War
by: Janet Morris & Chris Morris
Genre: SciFi Time Travel Action, Techno-Thriller, Suspense

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Claymore looked around. All of his people were staring at him: the Undersecretary for Agriculture, a pure hayseed with a stain on his chinos he was too terrified to hide; his Press Secretary, a walking mouth without a brain in his head but possessed of an autonomic gift for gab that had been crucial during the campaign; a woman speechwriter who sat quietly, chin up, with tears running down her rouged cheeks like gray worms; a Special Assistant who wasn’t particularly special and now had his knuckles jammed in his mouth; and two Secret Service men who watched everyone else with bleak eyes, ready for any sort of trouble.

But there would be no mutiny aboard Air Force One that spring day and the trouble their President was in wasn’t the sort that a pair of loyal, athletic men with sunglasses and wires in their ears could hope to fix.

If there had been one intelligence specialist, somebody from Defense or State, along to remind Claymore that the Iranian crazies had threatened to “roast the greatest Satan in his lair,” maybe Claymore wouldn’t have gone into the bathroom and blown his brains out.

But no such person was on board that day to avert World War Three by aborting the launch-and-arm sequence within the seven minutes required.

When the shot rang through Air Force One, however, the entire situation changed: the Vice President was informed and a cooler hand took the helm.

Unfortunately, even that wasn’t enough to avert all the consequences of what would be called, forever after, the Forty-Minute War.


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On a clear day in April, terrorists in a commandeered Saudi airliner divert from their flight path in a suicide mission to detonate a nuclear device directly over the White House.

“After Washington, D.C. is vaporized by a nuclear surface blast, Marc Beck, wonder boy of the American foreign service, prevails on Ashmead, covert action chief, to help him fly two batches of anticancer serum from Israel to the Houston White House. From the moment they establish their gritty relationship, life is filled with treachery and terror for Beck (who) must deal with one cliffhanger after another during the desperate days that follow. This novel shocks us with a sudden, satisfying ending." - Publishers Weekly

“Adventure, suspense, high-tech – this book has it all, from the best new storytellers we have. You have to read this one.” – Dr. Jerry Pournelle, author of The Mote in God’s Eye and Mercenary

“Headlong and vivid – real characters drawn starkly against the catastrophe they race to undo.” – David Drake, author of Hammer’s Slammers

**On Sale for June - only $2.99!!**
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Janet & Chris Morris



Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and has since published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

Christopher Crosby Morris (born 1946) is an American author of fiction and non-fiction, as well as a lyricist, musical composer, and singer-songwriter. He is married to author Janet Morris. He is a defense policy and strategy analyst and a principal in M2 Technologies, Inc. He writes primarily as Chris Morris, but occasionally uses pseudonyms.

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Friday, June 20, 2025

Cover Reveal: "The Beast's Healer," by: Rae Lori

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring a Cover Reveal for "The Beast's Healer," by: Rae Lori. Check out all the details and find out how to purchase your copy today. Happy reading everyone :).

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Something stirs in the darkness. 
Could it be this gorgeous cover reveal?


The Beast's Healer
The Hamlia Tales Trilogy Book 1
by: Rae Lori
Genre: Fairytale Fantasy Romance

Blurb:

Something stirs in the darkness. And soon, lines blur where myth ends and danger begins.

Megalyn Hartwood has always known the forbidden forest's rules: which plants heal and which shadows kill. But when a child's life hangs in the balance, she breaks the ultimate taboo and ventures into the depths where no villager dares to tread.

There, she encounters him.

The legendary beast spoken of only in whispers. Ancient. Powerful. And far more complex than the monster of village tales.

Forced to his hidden lair deep in the forest's heart, Meg discovers that some legends hide deeper truths.

But before she can unravel the mystery of the beast who guards the ancient woods, danger strikes from an unexpected source, threatening not only Meg's life, but her quiet village as well...

Perfect for fans of Beauty and the Beast inspired tales, forbidden romance, tense action scenes, and enchanted forests where nothing is quite what it seems.

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Rae Lori


Rae Lori is a multi-published, award-winning author and a geek girl at heart. She was first bitten by the writing bug at ten and never stopped loving the written word. Over a twenty-year-plus writing career, she has been published with various zines, journals and publishing companies and taught new writers the craft of novel writing in between her projects. She has won various awards including an Honorable Mention in the 73rd Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition, the 2011 ForeWord Book of the Year Gold Award Winner in Writing (Adult Nonfiction), and Best Romance Novella in SORMAG’s 2009 Reader’s Choice Awards.

Rae can usually be found with her head in the clouds daydreaming of her next story. That is, when she isn’t gaming or watching her fave movies with her fellow geekazoid husband (it’s time for another Aliens rewatch!), crocheting, or has her nose in a book.

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"The Blood Queen Chronicles," by: David H. Millar —New Release Tour & Giveaway!

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring David H. Millar's series "The Blood Queen Chronicles." Dive into the two books in the series with sneak peeks, book details, and a giveaway. Don't miss out on them and purchase your copies today. Happy reading :).

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Blood is the link between humans, demigods, and demons—and is the Blood Queen’s domain.



Brianag
The Blood Queen Chronicles Book 2
by: David H. Millar
Genre: Historical Fantasy

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My mother and I saved the bitches from Sidheag. Does that not afford me some credit or a lessening of the guilt they wish to lay on my shoulders? Brianag knew Mongfhionn, the powerful Sídhe, and her grandma, loved her, but how long would that last? The demigoddesses of the Aes Sídhe were not known for moderation or patience.

Her gaze swept across the vast Great Hall. Its crystal walls glittered as if bathed in sunlight, creating a myriad of rainbows. Brianag felt the sun’s warm rays, but it was an illusion. There was no burning to darken her skin. Her golden glow from a childhood spent in Southern Gaul and the Great Sea was a distant memory. In its place was a smoky white hue. Still, it could justifiably be claimed the skin tone perfectly complemented her long auburn hair. Therefore, it accentuated Brianag’s undoubted beauty.

My body came from Sidheag’s blood. Am I as false as my surroundings and the whores of the Aes Sídhe? Whose daughter, am I? The bitch who kidnapped me to force my mother to serve her or the one who birthed and nurtured me? One created a monster, the other became the Blood Queen to save me. The choice should be simple. Why isn’t it?


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Three childhood friends meet in the Scottish Highlands. Two hold secrets. One may be a monster.

As Gràinne reached for the still warm heart, tendrils of the red mist preceded her. When they touched the heart, she felt power drawn from the blood. She steeled herself and bit into the organ. Such was the curse of the Blood Queen.

Brianag is the sequel to The Blood Queen. It is 384 B.C. Ten years have passed since Sidheag’s execution. Gràinne Ni Fearghal, the Blood Queen, has ruthlessly consolidated her grip on the eastern tribes and reigns as High Queen. Meanwhile, her daughter imprisoned in a gilded cage grows in beauty and power and terrifies her guardians—the demigods of the Aes Sídhe. She must escape. Her grandma, the powerful Sídhe, Mongfhionn, agrees.
Brianag trembles at two questions: how will her mother receive her, and can she be redeemed?

Sidheag, was not the only Blood Drinker. Two others, Áine and her daughter, Leannán want vengeance for Sidheag’s death. Both claim to be Sidheag’s mother. Yet is Sidheag dead?

Can Cassán, Dùn Brion’s king, control his temper and work with the demigods to defeat the Blood Drinkers? Will the beast known as the Hound destroy every living being with three barks or will the ancient Cait People awaken and intercede?


Content warning: Brianag: The Blood Queen Chronicles contains scenes of sex and violence appropriate to the time it is set in (400 B.C.). It is not recommended for readers under 16 years of age without parental agreement.

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The Blood Queen Chronicles Book 1

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REVIEWS:

5/5 ★★★★★
Genre: Fantasy, Historical fiction
Review by Jan Foster/History Quill: Last updated Jun 12, 2023

A must-read Celtic ‘Game of Thrones meets Bernard Cornwell’, blending history with dark fantasy and a truly terrifying villain. The Blood Queen will keep you turning the pages deep into the night.

The Blood Queen is a dark fantasy nominally set in 400 B.C. Scotland, wherein a misguided priest sacrifices innocents in the hope of bringing forth an entity that will do his bidding. This starts a tale of ‘be careful what you wish for’, as the entity – Sidheag – forms a corporeal being and a consciousness complete with dark desires for domination. No one can resist Sidheag’s allure and subsequent enslavement, and few will survive her rampage across the land as she builds an army to fulfil her calling.

Aside from the descriptive prose and the brilliant battle scenes, the equality of the sexes feels genuine rather than a nod to political correctness. Women rule, fight, murder and fornicate as violently and passionately as the men and the female characters are badass!

I thoroughly enjoyed The Blood Queen, even at its most uncomfortable. The historical accuracy of weapons and battle strategies blended perfectly with the epic and fantastical storyline. I loved the tiny moments of humanity within the bleakest moments. Reading the novel felt like watching a horror movie unfold, compelling you to turn the pages in the hope that somehow, against the odds, humanity will win.


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"It is a king's decision," said Brion.
"It will not be you who deceives and delivers the lamb to the butcher's block," retorted Eimhir.

True evil is a persistent and tenacious beast. Its desire for existence is eternal and insatiable. It needs to infect only one mind for its insidious philosophy to take root and spread.

It is 394 B.C. At a remote loch in the highlands of Northern Albu, a priest sacrifices nine innocents. Below the water's surface, a shape feeds on their blood and begins to take form. Soon, it becomes sentient and begins to hunt. Sidheag has risen.

Humans cannot defeat the abomination. Neither can Mongfhionn, the powerful demi-goddess of the Aes Sídhe.

The only remedy is the Blood Queen, and Gràinne is the reluctant heir to that throne. Will the Blood Queen stand alongside Mongfhionn to confront Sidheag? The cost for Gràinne may be too much—unless her daughter, Brianag, is in jeopardy.

Passions, always near the surface of the Gaels, burst into flames in The Blood Queen, where father is pitted against son, mother against daughter, sister against sister, brother against sister, and father against daughter.


The Blood Queen contains scenes of sex and violence and uses language appropriate to the period it is set in, i.e., 400 B.C. It is not recommended for those under 16 without parental consent.

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David H. Millar



Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, internationally published and award-winning author David H. Millar is the founder, owner, and author-in-residence of A Wee Publishing Company—a business formed to promote Celtic authors and literature.

David is the author of the five-volume, ancient Celtic-based Conall series and the spin-offs The Dog Roses, The Dog Roses: Resolution, The Blood Queen and Brianag: A Blood Queen Novel.

David resides in Houston, Texas, with his family and two recent family members, tuxedos Beau and Stiletto. 

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