A Sneak Peak from Fallen King

 I thought I would give a few sneak peaks from my novel, Fallen King, leading up to the release of book two, Broken Crown!

(And maybe, in the end, do a sneak peak for the upcoming Broken Crown👀)

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Thunder rumbled in the distance, humidity from the approaching storm making the summer heat nearly unbearable, even with the borrowed sleeveless tunic and shorts Torrin had borrowed from Raevyn. He couldn’t wait until the storm broke and finally cooled everything down just for a little bit.

At least the clouds had covered the sun. And standing under a tree kept him from dying of heatstroke.

“Roscoe wanted to talk to all of us after chores?” Raevyn made a snorting sound, muffled a little as she was half under a coop. “That chicken?”

Briley rolled her eyes. “That’s not nice. He’s not a chicken for not liking social situations—”

“No, Bri, ‘e’s a chicken. I ‘ave scared ‘im so many times.”

Torrin raised a hand to stop them, grinning a little at Raevyn’s smug tone. “He did. He wanted to tell us all about a man named Ace Pariah.”

“Well.” Raevyn passed back the last egg before wiggling out from under their large chicken coop. One of the children had informed Raevyn of hens going under the coop and they’d investigated—which ended up with Briley and Torrin both holding baskets full of too many eggs to count and Raevyn covered head to toe in dirt, chicken waste, and cobwebs. “If this man is important enough to make Roscoe talk, I guess we gotta go see.”

He nodded, glancing down at his overflowing baskets. “What do we do with these?”

“Chunk them. At least ‘alf of those could explode any moment.” Raevyn grinned. “We could chunk them at the soldiers.”

“No thank you.” Briley shuddered, looking a little green. “The last thing I want is to be around when they burst.”

Torrin glanced between them, just a little confused. “What do you mean they explode?”

“I do not know the smart answer to it, someone else could explain it better than me, but stink builds up inside the egg as it rots and it turns into a deadly weapon.” Raevyn cackled. “My friends and I used to throw rotten eggs at each other when we were little.”

Torrin shuddered, handing the baskets over to Raevyn and hobbling back a safe distance. “That is very interesting and very disgusting.”

Ryan would have loved to learn about that.

“I guess we can take them to the lake and dump ‘em there.” Raevyn wrinkled her nose. “They already stink.”

“We’d better hurry.” Briley glanced up at the dark clouds. “Where are we going to meet Roscoe?”

“I think he said to meet him at the barn.”

She nodded. “Okay. We’ll be there as soon as we finish taking care of these.”

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