It’s summer in Emmett’s Bluff, and the ice is spreading. Six months after confronting an enemy from the future, Malcolm and Valentine Gilbert have returned to their normal teenage lives. Or, they’ve tried to. During the battle to save their town, a mysterious force awoke inside the twins. Time calls to them, and it’s growing too strong to be ignored.
When warriors from a mysterious ancient kingdom appear, they bring warnings of an unstoppable foe—one whose control of the ice is powered by Time itself. But ice is far more than the Black Tempest’s signature. As the twins uncover the truth behind it, they realize their town is only the beginning. If the Black Tempest is not stopped here, his corruption will threaten the very course of history.
As cold advances and doom draws near, the twins’ only hope lies in learning to wield Time itself, and in trusting their strange new friends—even if those friends have secrets of their own.
Set for release on April 25th, THE BLACK TEMPEST is the sequel to Ryan Dalton’s phenomenal THE YEAR OF LIGHTNING.
October, 641 A.D.
Light pulsed from the great machine as it awoke. A silvery-white glow illuminated the surrounding trees, chasing away the deep dark of night.
As the ground rumbled beneath Tyrathorn’s feet, he allowed himself to marvel at the machine. The Empyrean Bridge remained his people’s greatest achievement. Now, in their most desperate hour, he would use it to save everyone.
Footsteps approached from behind, and his first lieutenant appeared at his side. She pushed back the deep hood of her cloak, letting the snow fall in her hair. Her armor gleamed underneath, bathed in a faint red glow.
“Holding yourself ready, yet I have already dispatched the guards.” He gestured to the bodies around them. “Do you not trust our plan?”
“It’s the enemy I do not trust. They grow more clever, and their forces grow more dangerous.” She turned to face him, her expression grave. “We’re losing, Thorn. If this fails—if the enemy uncovers it before we’re ready—it’s over.”
“I do not intend to—” Tyrathorn cut off, whipping around to stare into the trees. A shift in the flow of Time had occurred nearby.
Mentally he reached through the nexus in his armored chest plate and tapped into the Time stream. Temporal energy flowed through the device and into him, sharpening his senses, lending him power.
His lieutenant drew her weapon and put her back to his. “Where?”
While his eyes scanned the tree line, his true sense cast out farther, waiting for another disturbance in Time. It had barely been a ripple, like a toe dipped in a lake. Which could mean nothing—Time did not always flow like silk, after all—or it could mean an enemy Chronauri had discovered them.
Tyrathorn willed his power outward. A blue glow passed through the fine chainmail covering his body, then rippled across grayish-silver armor plates. The cold night air whipped around him as he braced for an assault.
They stood like statues in the falling snow, ready to strike. But after a long stretch of silence, Tyrathorn began to question himself.
Had he really felt the shift, or were nerves making him jump at shadows?
His companion turned to him with a questioning eye. Resigned, he nodded and released the power he’d been holding. The glow faded from his armor. Together they ascended the ramp to a wide platform, where a control panel waited.
The Empyrean Bridge sat atop the platform—three hovering rings of polished metal and stone, each forty feet across. Behind them stood four cylindrical metal pylons, glowing with that silver-white inner light, constantly feeding power to the rings.
Tyrathorn tapped a series of commands and two rings moved aside while the third floated toward the center. The machine hummed, pylons glowing brighter as the ring began to spin on its axis. Faster it spun, until within moments it became a blur.
“Tell me your first order,” he said.
“Wait four and a half minutes, then follow you through the portal.”
“And your second?”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Win.”
A hint of a grin touched his lips. So much spirit, and unlike so many others, she understood him. This was why she was his most trusted. Why she was the only family he would ever need. He offered a hand and she accepted it, armor clinking against armor as they shook.
“See you when it’s time to save the world.”
Her eyes caught fire. “No matter what.”
With a boom that rattled the trees, the ring became a swirling vortex of red energy. Tyrathorn approached it tentatively. In two minutes it would stabilize, ready to send him where he needed to be. And when.
On his third step he felt the shift again, only much closer now. An instant later, weapons clanged and his lieutenant shouted in alarm.
No! It’s not ready! Spinning, Tyrathorn reached for the power through his nexus and readied his weapon.
He wasn’t fast enough.
Red bursts of energy rocked the air, a storm of light and sound that temporarily blinded him. Shockwaves drove him back a step, then another, shattering the weapon in his hands. His lieutenant cried out for him to run, just go, leave her. More weapons clattered and he heard running footsteps.
“No!” she yelled.
Her body smacked into his, and then there was only pain. It lanced into his side like fire, exploded behind his eyes as something bashed against his temple. In blind agony, he faltered as her limbs tangled with his. They tumbled backward through the portal.
The world flashed white.
Bio of author:
Ryan Dalton is author of the young adult Time Shift Trilogy. His debut novel THE YEAR OF LIGHTNING released in January 2016, and his sequel THE BLACK TEMPEST will arrive April 25, 2017.
Ryan splits his time between writing books during the day, fighting crime at night, and hanging out in his awesome underground lair.
Please do not tell anyone he’s Batman. It’s a secret.
Links for author: http://ryandaltonwrites.com/