Welcome to the Lost At Sea Scavenger Hunt where we are
helping the Kinsman people find a new home. If you’ve just found us, be sure to
start the adventure at
Stop #1, which is Jill Williamson’s blog.
Collect all the clue words in order so you can enter to win
the Kindle. If you want to enter to win the second Kindle, you’ll have to take
a quiz at the end, so take your time and read each post carefully. The main
prizes in the hunt are open to international entries. Individual author
contests, however, might have different rules, so please read the parameters on
each site. You have until Sunday night, February 19, at midnight, Pacific time
to finish.
If you need help, or get lost along the way, click
here for assistance.
The war in Leira kept the Wilek, Trevn, and the kinsman
party from getting too close to the area. They backtracked some, and headed
east, around a deep crack in the earth that reminded them on their homeland.
The ocean came into sight in the east, but before they could reach it, they
arrived at Stop #16, Adar-iyr, featured in R. J. Larson’s novel
Judge, the
second installment in the Books of the Infinite series, continuing the story of
Prophet’s Ela of Parne. Sidenote!
Prophet, the ebook, is free this month on Nook, Kindle, and most online retailers! Amazon,
Barnes & Noble,
Apple,
Kobo,
Koorong, and more!
Watchman of Adar-iyr~~Bonus Scene for the Books of the Infinite series!
Should he try to forget the dream?
Jemmy shivered and
gently scooted past his snoring grandfather in their makeshift shelter of reeds and
palms. Poppy Hal would wake soon and talk about going into the city to scrounge
for food. But, why? Fishing and gleaning the beach was safer. Sure, fish and
sea-greens weren’t filling as proper bread and meat, but one day, Poppy would go
into the city and never return—unless they threw his body out of the city gates
to clean the streets.
Adar-iyr was cruel-bad. Worse than Jemmy could ever
remember, and Poppy Hal vowed he remembered too much for a boy of eight. He
remembered every kick and curse from the ruffians in the city’s streets. Every vicious
and desperate person he’d met within those walls. The weeping widow, the
laughing thief, the beaten child, the sold-girl with the empty gaze, and the
hissing sword that had cut down his parents last year, leaving crimson pools
seeping into the streets’ pavings. Poppy said it was no use to remember the man
who’d swung that sword. Why bother when Jemmy and Poppy’d never receive justice?
That day, the dying day, he’d try for the rest of his life to forget.
Yet, should he also forget the dream when it offered hope
bright as a sunrise? Adar-iyr clean, shining, and peaceful … Impossible. No
prophet could save Adar-iyr. Not even the famous prophet, Ela of Parne, who’d
brought down the kingdom Siphra a few months back. Why would she bother? Why
would anyone care to save Adar-iyr? The city’s own god, Nereus, ruler of the
sea, certainly didn’t care.
Jemmy walked down to the beach. Sand, cold and loose, sifted
between his brown toes at every step, sending chills up his rag-covered body to
his scalp. Same chills as every morning since he and Poppy Hal had taken refuge on
the beach after the dying day. Nothing had changed since his dream last night. Except—
Pale, sunlit sails caught Jemmy’s gaze, dazzling as his hopeful dream.
A ship. Anchored just beyond the far edge of Adar-iyr’s long beach. Had a
prophet arrived as he’d dreamed?
Men, tiny in the distance, walked toward Jemmy, glints of
light playing off their weapons and gear. No girl-prophet walked with them. But
….
Jemmy ran toward the men, every panting breath a prayer. “Please!
Please!” He reached the men and wheezed out a greeting. “Please! Is one of you
a prophet?”
The lead man, whose face seemed more trustworthy than any in
Adar-iyr, shook his head. “No. Sorry. My people and I are looking for a safe place to live.”
Jemmy's rasping breath caught painfully in his throat. They’d no more safety than he and Poppy? The city would kill
them or turn them all bad. Tears threatened Jemmy’s vision. He wobbled, blinked
hard, and shook his head. He had to tell them the awful truth. “You gotta go.
If your people stay, some of you’ll be killed.”
~~R. J. Larson, author of The Books of the Infinite series.
R. J. Larson is the author of numerous devotionals and is
suspected of eating chocolate and potato chips for lunch while writing. She
lives in Colorado with her husband and their two sons. The Books of the
Infinite series marks her debut in the fantasy genre. Visit R.J. at:
www.rjlarsonbooks.com
Here’s a closer look at Prophet, book one in the Books of
the Infinite series.
Ela Roeh of Parne doesn't understand why her beloved
Creator, the Infinite, wants her to become His prophet. She's undignified and
bad-tempered, and at age seventeen she's much too young. In addition, no
prophet of Parne has ever been a girl. Worst of all, as Parne's elders often
warn, if she agrees to become the Infinite's prophet, Ela knows she will die
young.
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| Free ebook on Nook, Kindle, CBD! |
Yet she can't imagine living without Him.
Determined to hear the Infinite's voice, Ela accepts the
sacred vinewood branch and is sent to bring the Infinite's word to a nation torn
apart by war. There she meets Kien Lantec, a young ambassador determined to
bring his own justice for his oppressed people. As they form an unlikely
partnership, Ela battles how to balance the leading of her heart with the
leading of the Infinite.
You can order Prophet,
Judge, and other books from the Infinite series on Amazon, Barnes & Noble,
CBD or at your local bookstore!
CLUE! Write down this
clue: will
The next stop on our map
is Stop #17, World City, on Morgan Busse’s blog.
Before you move on, R. J. Larson is giving away an e-copy of any of the Infinite books to three lucky winners. To enter, click on the Rafflecopter form and follow instructions. Winners will be announced on Tuesday, February 21, 2017.
Aaaand ... back to the beginning! :)
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