Friday, May 24, 2013

Oathtaker by Patricia Reding

I am so pleased to bring you a magnificent epic adventure that will keep you enthralled and have you begging for more.


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Blurb

An Oath Sworn.

A Struggle Engaged.

A Sacrifice Required.

 
When Mara, a trained Oathtaker, is drawn by the scent of the Select to battle beasts of the underworld that were summoned by powers of evil to destroy the guardians of life, she swears an oath for the protection of her charge.

 
Armed with a unique weapon, her attendant magic and that of her Oathtaker cohorts, the knowledge of ancients and the assistance of a spymaster, Mara seeks safety for her charge from one who would end Oosa’s rightful line of rule and from assassins who endeavor to bring ruin to the land.

 
As Mara puzzles to decipher ancient prophecy concerning her charge, as she is haunted with memories of her own past failings, she discovers the price her oath will exact.

 
To renounce her word would be treasonous; to fail, ruinous; to persevere, tortuous.


Abiding by an oath requires sacrifice.


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Author Info



Following her dream to study the law, Patricia (Trish to her friends) finally met her goal, then spent the next years trying to juggle husband, children, home and career—and to fit in time for her hobbies like, performing in musical dramas, gardening, cooking, reading, and . . . .  With her oldest having flown the nest and the two younger coming closer to doing so by the day, Trish turned her attention to new endeavors—specifically, to creating new worlds.  OATHTAKER, Trish’s first published work, began as a challenge, but Trish discovered along the way, the joy of storytelling.   Currently, Trish is working on SELECT, the first sequel to OATHTAKER (when not taking care of her home or practicing law, or trying to figure out how to create a world in which she can be in two places at once).


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Praise From Reviews

I have never been able to get into a fantasy book before BUT Patricia Reding opened my eyes to a brand new world!  I found myself falling in love with the characters . . . .  To me it goes on my top 10 books of the year of 2013. — A. Gooch

From the very beginning I was pulled into this story. The author . . . successfully created characters with such great depth that the issues of commitment, honor and integrity were skillfully woven throughout the story. I loved the fantasy world I found myself immersed in and the thrilling ride that the characters took me on. . . . I will definitely look for more books from this author. — L. Stevic-Rust

I can’t wait for the next book. . . . It made you feel like you were there with the characters living it alongside them. . . .  — R. VinZant

I have but one question. . . when does “Select,” her next novel, come out?   — Donna.

I was hooked before the end of the first [chapter].  There’s magic and secrets, prophecy and discovery, and a fierce heroine you can really root for. . . .  — Madeline

A riveting tale that keeps you turning the pages. A great story from start to finish.  Jad2013

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My Review

Here is my review for this wonderful and unforgettable story!!

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Excerpt


Mara and the stranger looked at one another’s blades, then, simultaneously, they glanced up.  Their eyes met.

The newcomer was the first to speak.  “An Oathtaker?”

“Yes,” Mara responded, “as I see, are you.  I’m Mara.  Mara Richmond.”

“Hmmm,” was the man’s curt reply.  Then he said simply, “Dixon.”

Dixon reached out and grasped Spira.  Mara reached and clasped Dixon’s blade.  Each held the blade of the other and offered it back to its owner.  Mara returned Spira to its sheath.

After returning his own blade to its sheath, Dixon moved fleetly toward Rowena.  He had noticed the blood all around, but did not know that Rowena was dead and he had not as yet noticed the swaddled newborns who lay at Rowena’s side, covered by the blanket that Mara had pulled over them all to keep the babies warm.

“Rowena.  Rowena, I’m here,” Dixon said.  He reached down to touch her, to gently shake her shoulder.

Mara watched, her eyes riveted, expectant.

Upon touching Rowena, Dixon knew all.  His eyes turned quickly from the soft glance he had given Rowena to a kind of madness.  He jumped up and turned to Mara, glaring at her.  “What have you done?” he hissed.

Mara had only just met Dixon, but she had taken an instant dislike to him, finding him arrogant, rude, quick to temper, and quick to judge.

“What have I done?” asked Mara.  She crouched down, reached for the blanket that covered Rowena to pull it down, and took carefully into her arms, first Reigna, then Eden, neither of whom Dixon previously had noticed.  She stood up, holding herself as tall as she could and glared back at Dixon.  “What have I done?  Oh, nothing!  Oh, well, that is, except—ahhh, well—let me think here—.”  She hesitated, playacting.  “Oh yes!  I remember now!  I took down a full pack of grut, helped Rowena birth these beautiful children, accepted them as my charge, saw to it that Rowena released her power with her dying breath, comforted her in her last moments—.  Shall I go on?”  Mara took a deep breath.  “What have I done?” she continued.  “Who are you to come here and to accuse me of anything?  I have done my duty!”

“I am Rowena’s Oathtaker.  That’s who I am!”

“Were,” replied Mara.  “You were Rowena’s Oathtaker.  She’s dead.  Or, did I forget to mention that?  Oh!  So, I might ask you.  What have you done?  Where were you when Rowena so clearly needed you?  The truth is—if I hadn’t arrived when I did, I expect we would have lost them all!”

Mara’s eyes did not leave Dixon’s.  The horror of the last hours had finally caught up with her.  She was tired, not just a little frightened, and now this!  Her eyes glowered.  After some seconds, Dixon looked away.

“Dead.”

Mara could not tell if Dixon was stating the fact, or asking if it was true.  She considered the shock Dixon must be feeling.  She decided that arguing with him would not be in anyone’s best interests.  She recalled that Rowena had urged her to take Reigna and Eden to safety quickly and she knew that she must not stall.

“I’m sorry, Dixon.  I did all that I could.  Rowena had lost too much blood before I arrived.  She—she was a fighter, I know.”

Dixon did not take his eyes from Rowena.  He dropped to his knees at her side.  Taking Rowena’s hand into his own, Dixon lifted it to his cheek.  He closed his eyes.  His breathing slowed.  His jaw set.  Mara sensed he was fighting back tears.  Slowly, Dixon leaned forward and stroked Rowena’s cheek and then her hair.  He could not tear his eyes from her.  Finally, he bowed his head and audibly exhaled.

Mara watched Dixon.  She watched his easy touch, saw his shoulders sag and noted his eyes pressed closed.  She knew that look.

“You loved her.”  Mara hadn’t intended to speak the words out loud, but there they were—hanging in the air.

“Well,” said Dixon, clearing his throat, obviously restraining himself, “of course I cared deeply for her.  She was my charge.  She’s been my charge for—for some time now.  I’ve forgotten what life is without her.”

“No,” Mara said, “that’s not all—.  You—you loved her.  I can see it in your eyes, in your touch, in—”

“She was my charge!” Dixon shouted, catching Mara’s eyes and holding the stare as though daring Mara to challenge him further.

Mara said nothing.  She thought perhaps Dixon was trying to convince himself, but Mara wondered.

“You do understand the significance of the oath you just swore?” Dixon asked, scornfully.

Of course she did.  The Oathtaker’s oath came with commitments.  She hadn’t given it much thought earlier, but when she swore her oath, she had sealed the deal.  She belonged to her charge.   Her life was on hold now and for so long as the infants lived.  She could not commit herself to another.  In exchange, Ehyeh granted her “youth.”  Not immortality, but youth.  From the moment Mara took her vow, she would not physically age until the death of her charge.  The same had been true for Dixon while his charge, Rowena, had lived.  But, what did Dixon mean by his denial?  What was he trying to imply?  That because he’d sworn an oath to accept Rowena as his charge, he had not also still been vulnerable to his own feelings, desires, longings?  Mara wondered.  Had Dixon been one of those who had fallen into the state of pain that came with loving someone while subject to his oath?

“Of course I do,” she confirmed.

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