Black Dawn

posted May 15, 2017, 8:10 AM by SCHS Lib

Written from multiple perspectives, Black Dawn is a fascinating new fantasy series with plenty of action, questionable choices, and twists. Plunging the reader directly into the action, we first meet the main character Emory Fae as she wards off an attacker in the dark. Yeah, she's a badass. (Although the name Emory Fae kept coming back to me like Hilary Fay in the movie Saved! It's my own bad association but I digress.) Emory is a completely worthy MC who is frantically trying to get a grip on a new reality and take control of her life that she doesn't remember very well. Unfortunately, it is much more complicated than she anticipated. With her memory wiped by her closest friends (for her safety), jumping back into a rebellion against a tyrant (Adair - who can I just say I love as a villain?!?) isn't all that easy. 

I like the multiple perspectives that give us snippets of information we wouldn't know otherwise and the unique story. I wasn't so crazy about the romance but there was enough death and destruction to keep me reading. 
This is an engaging first book in a new series. I will definitely be on the hook for book 2!




Luckily for you, Lola's Blog Tours and the author have supplied you with a free excerpt! Read on:

Sweat rolled thickly down his neck, making his getup suffocating. The night was bleak and all-consuming as Brokk Foster looked to where he knew his best friend and Commander was hidden. Weeks of tactical planning and training had brought the soldiers of Black Dawn to this moment. The slight tremor in his hands was the only sign of how he was feeling. Brokk pressed himself closer to the mossy ground, breathing in the sweet smell of dewy grass. A snap of twigs and the group went rigid, frozen in the shadows. Laughter filled the forest air as four men with blood-red sashes of the guards draped brazenly across their chests walked into view a few hundred yards away. They quipped at each other, totally relaxed, their voices sounding like a constant buzz to Brokk. His blood thrummed in his ears as his heart pounded wildly. The seconds felt like centuries until finally, he saw a flash of silver and a smooth voice filled his mind, “Now.”

Brokk didn’t need to be told twice. Springing from the ground like a demon from the darkness, he pulled his curved twin blades out in seconds as he cut the men off. The group stopped, looking pale in the moonlight and extremely exposed.

“Evening, boys,” Brokk said in a taunting voice. “Sorry to interrupt your rounds, but I dare say you’re a little close for comfort to our home. Convenient for us, though,” he added, twirling the hilts in his hands. “We wanted you exactly here.”

Their leader took a daring step toward him. His mistake. Brokk yelled into the darkness, “Memphis, keep him alive!”

In a flurry of movement, his friends dropped from the surrounding trees, all dressed in the same camouflage, their weapons at the ready. A mad cackle broke the guard’s momentary trance, and they tried to run. Chaos ensued.

Brokk threw his blades at the nearest tree—a satisfying thud sounded as they found their mark. He ran, eyes fixated on the two guards that had broken away from the fight ahead of him. It was laughable really, just how much they thought they had a chance of escaping. They had no idea who they were up against.

The familiar popping and breaking of bones shivered through his body when animal instinct took over as the wolf inside him did. The ground shook from his colossal paws, golden fur rippling like a beacon in the night. His growl rumbled like thunder, and for a split second, he forgot who he was. All that mattered was that he took his targets down. The guard’s deaths were much swifter than they deserved.

Brokk shifted back, trying to calm the elation of how good that had felt. Memphis snapped him out of his glorified moment. “Brokk! Come here.”

The last guard was openly crying, now forced to his knees, hands shaking behind his head. Brokk almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Up close he was much younger than Brokk thought, fear replacing the guard’s bravery now. Memphis’s icy blue eyes cut into his, and he didn’t have to say anything for Brokk to understand. Telekinetic or not, his friend wore his heart on his sleeve. They were all on edge and who could blame them? Six years of hiding. Six years of losing this war. Brokk swallowed back his thoughts, wearing his mask of oozing confidence and anger.

“W-who are you?” The guard’s voice squeaked out several octaves higher than it should have.

Nyx kicked him in the gut, making him wheeze in pain and gasp for air. Memphis crouched down in front of him, his long blond hair tied back, revealing his severe features. They all bore scars, some more visible than others.




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