Review: Dead Embers by T.G. Ayer
“For a shadow of a second, I stared into his eyes, shocked, horrified he’d do such a thing to me. A thousand fears filtered through my frigid brain. Was he in cahoots with Loki? Or was he Freya’s dog all along?
It took an eternity for him to blink. Even longer for me to blink.
Then Fenrir pushed me and I fell off the cliff… into pure white oblivion.”
Valkyrie-in-training Bryn Halbrook just can’t catch a break. With her boyfriend stuck in Hel and the taunting laughter of Loki still ringing in her ears, she struggles to concentrate on her training and duties in Odin’s realm. The last thing she expects or wants is more adventure — but then treachery, a shocking abduction, and a chilling discovery send her forth on another perilous, globe-hopping mission.
As the ultimate battle, Ragnarok, draws closer, it’s a race against time for Bryn, Fenrir and their team to discover who kidnapped her foster brother from the halls of Asgard and what’s causing the mysterious deaths of so many of Odin’s chosen warriors.
In the exciting sequel to “Dead Radiance,” Bryn encounters dwarfs and dragons, new friends and old foes — but the worst enemy of all may be the person she trusts most.
Read Chapter 1 HERE
Dead Embers picked right up where Dead Radiance left off. Bryn seems to have a lot more depth to her and you really become connected to her as the story progresses. Bryn goes through so much and I feel she comes out a much stronger character because of it. She slowly becomes the leader she needs to be. There was very little romance but you do not miss it because of the non-stop adventure that was going on.
Dead Embers is one of those books that you will have a hard time putting down. Then to end it on such a cliffhanger!! I am totally looking forward to the next installment of this wonderful mythological adventure series!
About the Author:
I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain crosseyed.