The Pig Wars (Tale of the Half-Eleven) Medieval Fantasy by M.K. Theodoratus ➱ Book Tour with Giveaway

The Pig Wars

by M.K. Theodoratus

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

The Half-Elven are fighting over who will rule the Marches.

Black Tail, Lady Renna's pet pig, says: "Pigs rule!"

After inadvertently causing her father's death with her magic in battle, Lady Rena avoids the political in-fighting among the Half-Elven of the Marches. She spends her days weaving and managing her lands, trying to heal from the trauma. But this fragile peace frays...

Renna’s neighbor, Lord Gorsfeld, has plans for the retiring young woman. As the richest man in the Marches, but one without magic, he decides to woo Renna to gain control of her magic and her lands, by setting himself up as a strong protector, who can save her from the marauders who harass her border villages. However his campaign goes awry when Black Tail, Renna's pet pig, injures dumps him in the mud.

Gorsfeld intensifies his vandalism, hoping to scare Renna into his arms. Renna must fight to protect her people without angering the Lord High Commander of the Marches who expects his childhood friend to help him keep the peace. But she is caught off guard and is forced to ue forbidden elf-fire to protect her people.

Renna discovers she must fight for her life.

Author M.K. Theodoratus offers a stunning and captivating fantasy novel that will have audiences on the edge of their seats in “The Pig Wars”. This compelling and intriguing book is unique in its beautifully-crafted world, fascinating characters, and a fast-paced story line that is both fantastical and political. “The Pig Wars” is an absolute must-read that fantasy lovers won’t want to miss!

5* Review: "If you enjoy fantasy, get this book. You will fall in love with the characters (even the pig) and the story line will keep you hooked and reading until the last word."

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M. K. Theodoratus - The Pig Wars Excerpts

Except 1

Growling, a hound ventured closer to Black Tail. The sow rushed him, and he twisted away. The pig grabbed his tail and stomped on him. Whirling on her hind legs, she whacked him against the rock, making a streak of blood as the carcass slid down.

"Blast. I didn't know pigs fought like that!" the peasant yelled when the dog lay lifeless.

"Stop her. You're the one who's supposed to have elf powers."

Renna unshadowed and stepped into the clearing, still holding her power tight inside her. The hoe, with its sharp metal blade, hung ready at her side. "Mayhap you might return to where you came from before my pig kills all your dogs."

"What's a little thing like you going to do against two grown men, girlie?" The bumpkin sneered after one glance at her in her grimy clothes. "I'm a trained warrior from Linden's camp—better get on your way, like a good little lamb."

With a heft of the hoe, Renna asked, "You want to find out how dainty I am?"

The guard's hand rested on his plain belt, but he made no move. Her warrior's braid hanging to the hem of her patched tunic should have been sign enough of her power, Renna thought. She seldom wore her veteran's belt decorated with many gold insignia earned during the Rebellion that would have alerted them to trouble if she were in the habit of wearing the heavy thing.

He's right. I am alone.

Excerpt 2

The long, cold transfer from the mouth of Ren Creek had chilled Gorsfeld to the bone in spite of his heavy robe. While his idea of laying a path of secret landing stones had worked brilliantly, his anger simmered because he had needed the help of others to make use of them. He had the coin to hire rangers leaving Linden's camp to build his home guard, but wealth could not give a human elf skills.

But my son might...if I can bend Renna to my will. Poor little thing needs me to protect her. Gorsfeld paused. I'm doing her a good deed. She's a holder. She's too important to be Mariah's pet...or be ignored by Linden.

The stark, peasant squalor surrounding Renna nagged at him, made him want to lash out at those in high places who had belittled her until she had retreated behind her weaving.

Her beauty deserves better. No one ever notices it beneath all the farm grime. I would dress her in the finest silks in summer and velvets in winter.

A Northern California gal, M. K. Theodoratus has been intrigued by fantasy since she discovered comic books and the land of Oz. Some of her early favorite authors as a teen were A. Merritt, Andre Norton, Catherine L. Moore, and Fritz Lieber. She has traveled through many fantasy worlds since then. Now she enjoys reading Lee Child, Patricia Briggs, Sharyn McCrumb, Neil Gaiman, and Carol O'Connell among others.

When she's not disappearing into other writer's worlds, she's creating her own alternative worlds -- that of Andor where demons prey and that of the Far Isle Half-Elven where she explores the social and political implications of genetic drift on a hybrid elf/human people. Magic and mayhem are her favorite topics.

She now lives in Colorado with her old man and two lap cats.

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