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Apollo's
Raven
Curse
of Clansmen and Kings Book 1
by
Linnea Tanner
Genre:
Historical Fantasy Romance
PenCraft
2019 Best Book of the Year Award
A
Celtic warrior princess is torn between her forbidden love for the
enemy and duty to her people.
AWARD-WINNING
APOLLO'S RAVEN sweeps you into an epic Celtic tale of forbidden love,
mythological adventure, and political intrigue in Ancient Rome and
Britannia. In 24 AD British kings hand-picked by Rome to rule are
fighting each other for power. King Amren's former queen, a powerful
Druid, has cast a curse that Blood Wolf and the Raven will rise and
destroy him. The king's daughter, Catrin, learns to her dismay that
she is the Raven and her banished half-brother is Blood Wolf. Trained
as a warrior, Catrin must find a way to break the curse, but she is
torn between her forbidden love for her father's enemy, Marcellus,
and loyalty to her people. She must summon the magic of the Ancient
Druids to alter the dark prophecy that threatens the fates of
everyone in her kingdom.
Will Catrin overcome and eradicate
the ancient curse. Will she be able to embrace her forbidden love for
Marcellus? Will she cease the war between Blood Wolf and King Amren
and save her kingdom?
A
Celtic warrior princess accused of treason for aiding her enemy lover
must win back her father's love and trust
In
the rich and vibrant tale, Author Linnea Tanner continues the story
of Catrin and Marcellus that began with the awarding-winning novel
APOLLO'S RAVEN in the Curse of Clansmen and Kings Series. Book 2:
DAGGER'S DESTINY sweeps you into an epic tale of forbidden love,
mythological adventure, and political intrigue in Ancient Rome and
Britannia.
War looms over 24 AD Britannia where rival tribal
rulers fight each other for power and the Romans threaten to invade
to settle their political differences. King Amren accuses his
daughter, Catrin, of treason for aiding the Roman enemy and her
lover, Marcellus. The ultimate punishment is death unless she can
redeem herself. She must prove loyalty to her father by forsaking
Marcellus and defending their kingdom—even to the death. Forged
into a warrior, she must overcome tribulations and make the right
decisions on her quest to break the curse that foretells her banished
half-brother and the Roman Empire will destroy their kingdom. Yet,
when Catrin again reunites with Marcellus, she is torn between her
love for him and duty to King Amren. She must ultimately face her
greatest challenger who could destroy her life, freedom, and
humanity.
Will Catrin finally break the ancient prophecy that
looms over her kingdom? Will she abandon her forbidden love for
Marcellus to win back her father's trust and love? Can King Amren
balance his brutality to maintain power with the love he feels for
Catrin?
The
warrior Druid princess will do anything to retake her kingdom.
Although
Catrin is the rightful heir to the Celtic throne in
Britannia, she is lucky to be alive. After witnessing the
slaughter of her family at the hands of her half-brother, who
was aided by the Romans, she is enslaved by a Roman commander.
He disguises her as a boy in the Roman Legion with the
belief that she is an oracle of Apollo and can foretell his
future. The sole bright spot in her miserable new life is her
forbidden lover Marcellus, the great-grandson of the famed Roman
General Mark Antony.
But
Marcellus has been wounded and his memories of
Catrin and their secret marriage were erased by a dark Druidess.
Though Marcellus reunites with Catrin in Gaul and
becomes her ally as she struggles to survive the brutality
of her Roman master, he questions the legitimacy of their
marriage and hesitates to help her escape and retake her
kingdom. If their forbidden love and alliance are discovered,
her dreams of returning to her Celtic home with Marcellus will be
shattered.
“[An]
epic tale of love, betrayal and political intrigue.” —InD’tale
Magazine
“The
requisite fantasy elements of magic and mystery abound…Tanner also
does an admirable job weaving in the politics and mythology of a
bygone people.” —Kirkus
“Part
fantasy, part historical fiction, Linnea Tanner has woven together a
wonderful tale of romance, intrigue, mystery, and legend to create an
entertaining and complex story.” —The
International Review of Books
“[A]
captivating tale of triangles; love, lust and espionage, friend, foe,
and spies., barbarians, civilized Rome and spiritual-supernatural
beings.” —2019
Pencraft Book of the Year Award
A
Celtic warrior queen must do the impossible—defeat her sorcerer
half-brother and claim the throne. But to do so, she must learn how
to strike vengeance from her father’s skull.
AS
FORETOLD BY HER FATHER in a vision, Catrin has become a
battle-hardened warrior after her trials in the Roman legion and
gladiatorial games. She must return to Britannia and pull the cursed
dagger out of the serpent’s stone to fulfill her destiny. Only then
can she unleash the vengeance from the ancient druids to destroy her
evil half-brother, the powerful sorcerer, King Marrock. Always two
steps ahead and seemingly unstoppable, Marrock can summon destructive
natural forces to crush any rival trying to stop him and has charged
his deadliest assassin to bring back Catrin’s head.
To
have the slightest chance of beating Marrock, Catrin must forge
alliances with former enemies, but she needs someone she can trust.
Her only option is to seek military aid from Marcellus—her secret
Roman husband. They rekindle their burning passion, but he is playing
a deadly game in the political firestorm of the Julio-Claudian
dynasty to support Catrin’s cause.
Ultimately,
in order to defeat Marrock, Catrin must align herself with a dark
druidess and learn how to summon forces from skulls to exact
vengeance. But can she and Marcellus outmaneuver political enemies
from Rome and Britannia in their quest to vanquish Marrock?
Three human skulls hung over King Marrock’s stallion, dangling from a rope like ornaments. Feeling as invincible as a god, he rode to the precipice of the sheer cliffs and listened to the roar of the waves crashing below. Yet, the raven soaring overhead chilled him to the bone—an omen he was but mortal and could plunge to his death.
He embraced the warmth of Boudicca, his younger half sister, who sat astride his horse in front of him. A toddler full of mirth, she was a healer who could connect to the souls of the dead.
Whereas their mother accused him, also known as Blood Wolf, of being a soulless murderer.
On this eve of Samhain, Marrock knew the souls of the dead freely roamed among the living. He spotted his deadliest assassin, Gawain, searching for the wraith on the emerald hilltop. Gawain had a blue, triangular tattoo of a dagger’s blade on his forehead and deadly weapons underneath his black cloak—the royal insignia of the red dragon stitched to the front panel.
For Marrock, the Otherworldly dragon, with its leathery wings and fiery breath, symbolized perpetual power. It was said that where dragons trod, mystic energy flowed. The untamed beast guarded the portal into the Otherworld.
He yearned for the dragon’s mystic power—the power to summon forces from the earth’s molten underbelly to immolate his rivals.
Gawain pointed to a pile of rocks. “The sheepherder saw the wraith over there,” he said in his deep, gravelly voice.
Marrock handed Boudicca to him and then dismounted, pulling the rope of skulls off his horse and draping it over his shoulders. His family’s skulls served as a warning to anyone who threatened his sovereignty.
Until now, he had only been able to summon the deadly powers from the skulls of his stepmother and bastard sister; their souls were encased in the bone crowns. The soul of his father, King Amren, still eluded Marrock, even after he had sliced off his father’s head. If his father’s soul was indeed wandering the hilltop, he would imprison it in the largest empty skull he had.
Then, he would be able to unleash the collective forces from all three souls.
Glancing all around, he could not see his father’s ghostly figure in the thickening fog. Boudicca’s gleeful giggle roused his attention. He watched her waddle toward a mound of stones and place her tiny hands on the stacked rocks.
“Pa. Pa. Am,” she squealed with delight.
Marrock cast a glance at Gawain. “Did the sheepherder see the wraith disappear into those rocks?”
Gawain nodded. “Indeed, I believe so.”
Marrock transferred the roped skulls from his shoulders to the grassy ground and looked at Gawain. “Help me remove the rocks so I can see what is underneath.”
Gawain joined Marrock in the task of removing the white stones one by one. They inspected each rock for any defect before setting it aside.
Boudicca, mimicking the men, picked up flint pebbles and dropped them on the chalky ground.
After a while, they uncovered the gemstone handle of a dagger; its blade was embedded in a coil-shaped serpent stone. Marrock recognized the jewel-studded dagger as once belonging to his father. Intrigued, he gripped the handle with both hands and strained to pull it out, his muscles aching and his face dripping with sweat from the effort.
Suddenly, to his shock, the hilt turned sizzling hot. He jerked his hands away and inspected the blisters that had formed on his reddened palms. Hearing Boudicca’s gleeful babble, he looked down just as she gripped the dagger’s handle.
“Pa. Pa. Am,” she trilled.
To Marrock’s surprise, Boudicca’s hands did not burn.
A prickling sensation noosed around his neck as he recalled the original curse cast by his mother just before his father had executed her.
The gods demand that the scales be balanced for the life you take. If you deny my soul’s journey to the Otherworld by beheading me, I curse you to the same fate as mine. I prophesy your future queen will beget a daughter who will rise as a raven and join your son, Blood Wolf, and a mighty empire will overtake your kingdom and execute my curse.
King Amren had etched the words of the curse on the dagger’s blade using the Roman alphabet with the belief he could thwart the dark prophecy.
Marrock shuddered.
Does my father’s soul live in the dagger? Has he come back to exact vengeance on me?
Excerpt 2 Skull’s Vengeance
Chapter 1 Portals to the Otherworld
Antonii Villa in Gaul, Eve of Samhain, 31 October, 27 AD
Exasperated, Catrin drew in a sharp breath. Then, she considered Trystan’s impassioned plea to meet with two of her most hated enemies. Recalling how her father had respected his second-in-command’s advice, she reluctantly conceded and squeezed her legs against her horse’s flanks to move toward the campfire’s glow.
The night’s chill mysteriously transformed into an embracing warmth as they neared a roaring fire with a black cauldron hanging over it. Sitting behind the crimson flames were two obscured figures.
“Welcome, Apollo’s Raven,” a woman’s deep voice intoned. “Come to our fire. Join us in the dance of souls.”
Though Catrin hesitated to join them, the fire’s radiance mesmerized her, luring her closer to the orange flames. She dismounted and handed the reins to Trystan, who quietly remained with the horses as she sat down on a fallen log near the roaring campfire.
“Drink the magic from the cauldron,” the woman offered. “It empowers all who partake with the knowledge of mystical mysteries from the ancient druids.”
“I already have that power,” Catrin proclaimed, trepidatious that perhaps Rhan had dropped hallucinogenic ingredients into the bubbling mixture. Thick steam flowed over the cauldron’s edge and down its metal surface in a thick, greenish fog.
“We know, my love, but you have only had a taste,” Rhan replied in a hypnotic voice. “You do not know how to control this dark magic. But we do.”
Suddenly light-headed from the smoky fumes emanating from the cauldron, Catrin struggled to maintain her wits. “Once before you said this, when you tried to trick me into revealing how I can travel to the Otherworld.”
“Believe me, this is no trick,” Rhan said soothingly. “I’ve seen your father’s spirit wander the top of cliffs, near a dagger embedded in a serpent stone. It is the blade on which my curse was etched.”
“I sense the curse has altered again, but I can’t see how the etched wording has changed on the blade,” Myrddin interjected. “You must help us solve the riddle of how the dagger got there.”
Catrin inhaled sharply, realizing Myrddin and Rhan had discovered the location of the dagger she had thrust into the stone. The image of her running away from the Romans played in her mind, and her thoughts transformed into words.
“After the final battle, I tried to escape the Romans, but…but there was nowhere to go, except jump off the white cliffs. At that moment, I chose to die rather than be captured.”
Rhan rose to her feet, walked around the fire, and sat next to Catrin. “But you didn’t die, did you?” she said, touching Catrin’s arm.
“No. A riderless horse galloped to me, stopping in front of me. My father suddenly appeared and told me not to jump,” Catrin disclosed, reliving the supernatural moment in her mind. “I couldn’t believe my eyes that Father was there. I knew Marrock had beheaded him. Yet, I felt his essence and his love radiate into me.”
Tears swelled in Catrin’s eyes as remorse that she had been unable to save her family from Marrock’s brutality overwhelmed her. She swallowed down a sob before continuing her story.
“Father told me to lift the cursed dagger toward the sky. To my amazement, sunlight flashed through the dark clouds, almost blinding me. He then ordered, ‘Thrust the dagger into the serpent stone that I create.’ What I saw next was not a vision. It was real.”
Catrin grimaced as she recalled the burning pain she’d felt as she’d held the hilt of the dagger.
“The blade turned orange, as if it had been taken out of a furnace. Father’s spirit burst apart into gold dust and melted into the blade’s etching. Serpents massed together on the ground. The venom dripping from their fangs hardened into stone. Somehow, I was able to push the dagger into the hard rock, like it was butter. And, and…”
“And what, my dear?” Rhan pressed.
Catrin’s voice cracked. “I was collared by the Romans and put on a warship.”
Excerpt 3 Skull’s Vengeance
Chapter 2 Cauldron’s Foresight
Near Antonii Villa in Gaul, Eve of Samhain, 31 October, 27 AD
Bewildered, Catrin found herself floating inside a concave, bone-white structure. Below her, light filtering through two large openings spun strands of golden light, forming a lattice around her. Indistinguishable voices whispered in her ears. Sensing someone was nearby, she glanced all around but could not see anyone.
Suddenly, an invisible force pressed her against a hard surface, immobilizing her. Panic streaked through her when she realized she could not escape. The voice of her dead father, King Amren, saying, “I’ve been waiting for you,” further struck fear in her.
Uncertain if she’d entered the portal to the Otherworld, Catrin looked up at the ceiling for the multicolored life threads weaving in and out of the tapestry on the Wall of Lives—a transitional barrier between the physical and spiritual worlds where past, present, and future merged into one timeline.
“Am I in the Depths of Possibilities below the Wall of Lives?” she asked her father.
King Amren’s deep voice resonated in her mind. “You are in my soul’s temple—my prison.”
Worried her soul had also been imprisoned, Catrin felt her heart pound erratically within her chest. “Your prison?”
“My skull,” King Amren clarified. “This is where Marrock keeps my soul prisoner to use as he pleases. How did you get past his magic to connect with me?”
“After I drank a mixture from Rhan’s cauldron, I suddenly found myself here,” Catrin explained, although she did not understand how the magic worked.
“Ah…a brew of wisdom, knowledge, and inspiration.” King Amren added, “Rhan is a cunning and treacherous sorceress. She has a knack for escaping death. A few years ago, when I hid in the dagger, I saw her spirit roaming the white cliffs. I thought she’d died. Obviously, I was wrong.”
“Did you hide in the same dagger I thrust into the serpent stone?” Catrin inquired.
“Yes. And the dagger you must pull from the stone to release my soul from the skull…” King Amren’s voice faded into an ominous whisper.
“Otherwise, what?”
A man’s shadow was cast on the dome-shaped ceiling from which her father’s voice emanated. “Marrock will drain my essence until I disappear. At first, I fought his attempts to steal my soul’s forces. But I no longer have the strength to resist.”
The force immobilizing Catrin weakened. Envisioning herself as the Raven, her spiritual guide, she transformed and fluttered to the domed ceiling to be closer to her father’s shadow, which was fading quickly.
“Why did Rhan send me here?” she asked.
“So you can access the truths in the depths of your mind…a realm few of us explore.” A gold corona began glowing around King Amren’s shadow, like an eclipsed sun, as he continued, “You asked if we are in the Depths of Possibilities. Perhaps you are, but not me. I am frozen in the past and must relive the day I executed Rhan over and over. The day I forced Marrock to watch me cut off his mother’s head. The day I created a monster.”
“Do you regret killing Rhan?” Catrin asked, disquieted by her father’s merciless act.
“At the time, I believed it was my duty. It was my right as king to condemn all traitors. But now…” King Amren sighed heavily, and his voice grew somber. “I loved Rhan so much. She was the air I breathed. Love that strong ignites from the same fire as hate. I opened my heart to her. I shared my fears, my darkest secrets. I would have done anything for her, even die to protect her. Yet, when I discovered she’d conspired with other nobles to overthrow me, my love turned to hate. I demanded justice for her betrayal. I sought vengeance against my queen, seeking the power that corrupted my soul. And now, Marrock threatens to destroy the remnants of my soul in exchange for the same power that consumed me.”
“If that is what he wants, why does he steal the life forces from my mother’s and sister’s souls?” Catrin asked.
King Amren chuckled grimly. “What vengeance is more apt than Marrock extinguishing everyone I love?”
Catrin’s throat tightened. “What do you want of me?”
The bright light around King Amren’s shadow continued to fade as he answered. “Destroy Marrock and free the souls of your mother and sister to reincarnate into other forms. You must unravel your doubts about moving forward. The last time you visited the Depth of Possibilities, before the Romans captured and enslaved you, your future had not yet been set in stone by your past mistakes. But now, the future of our kingdom depends on the choices you make in the present. To see the light to your destiny, you must first behold the darkest depths of your soul. Do you have the courage to do that?”
“I am afraid of what I might see. What I might lose or become,” Catrin said, a shudder slicing down her spine.
Award-winning
author, Linnea Tanner, weaves Celtic tales of love, magical
adventure, and political intrigue in Ancient Rome and Britannia.
Since childhood, she has passionately read about ancient
civilizations and mythology. Of particular interest are the enigmatic
Celts, who were reputed as fierce warriors and mystical Druids.
Linnea
has extensively researched ancient and medieval history, mythology,
and archaeology and has traveled to sites described within each of
her books in the Curse of Clansmen and Kings series. Books released
in her series include "Apollo’s Raven" (Book 1),
"Dagger’s Destiny" (Book 2), "Amulet’s Rapture"
(Book 3), and "Skull’s Vengeance" (Book 4). She has also
released the historical fiction short story, "Two Faces of
Janus."
A
Colorado native, Linnea attended the University of Colorado and
earned both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in chemistry. She
lives in Fort Collins with her husband and has two children and six
grandchildren.
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