Re-release of The Shadows of Valor: AVAILABLE NOW!
This is a special blog post. We have recently added veteran author, Elsie Parks, to our publishing family! In anticipation for her sequel, Perils of Wrath, -set to publish Spring 2018- we are re-releasing her hit historical fiction, Shadows of Valor. Check out its new cover, read an exclusive excerpt, and see what other readers have to say! Be sure to get your hands on this updated edition! Fall in love with Elsbeth and Sir Calan from the start and prepare for the much-anticipated sequel!
Available now on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and can be ordered at any of your local bookstores!
As Elsbeth strode down the main road toward town, she kicked a dirt clod at the edge of the road, sending the hardened ball several yards ahead. With rolling hills, lakes, and thick forests, her uncle’s land provided a sprawling landscape for the village. She had to walk a full mile before she hit the main square. It was an additional mile from there to Emmy’s house on the opposite side of town. She’d received a message from Emmy Firthland that young Roland had injured his arm. Roland and the other orphans were precious to Elsbeth, she being parentless as well. She understood the fear and loneliness of losing one’s mother and father. Serving the people of Graywall helped temper her feelings of unrest. Elsbeth entered the town square where children skipped around with ribbons that would soon be tied to the maypole and watched vibrantly dressed entertainers juggle and perform tricks. Although May Day didn’t arrive until tomorrow, the merriment had already begun. Mouth-watering scents of roasted meats, dessert confections, and bread permeated the air. Flowers, banners, and colorful flags adorned the village from the ground up. Guests flocked to Graywall by the hundreds. Maidens were already whispering about who they would choose as their partner to dance around the maypole. She’d enjoy doing the same if she were several years younger. Elsbeth sighed, tugging her sleeves farther down her wrists. It was impossible to feel like a worthy participant in the game of courtship when the other players ran off before the match scarcely commenced. Though she didn’t think much about her scars, the unfortunate reality was that would-be suitors, upon seeing them, changed their minds about courting her. She’d seen it time and again. The latest incident had occurred a month ago, but her frustration continued to assault her weary mind. When Lord Yorkworth’s gifted necklace had slipped through her fingers by the lakeshore, she hadn’t thought twice before pushing up her sleeves to retrieve it from the muddy shallows. She sneered, remembering his gasp of surprise. He couldn’t have hidden his disdain for her arms with less tact. In an ill attempt to feign indifference, he’d filled the awkward moment with nonsensical small talk and had refused to look at her. He’d taken the necklace back, saying he’d return it after a good washing, but he had left that night, having received an urgent message from home, or so he’d said. She never heard from him again. She shook her head, shoving the recollection from her mind. She had more important matters at hand than musing over a bygone beau. As she neared the bakery, her stomach growled, protesting her earlier decision to skip lunch to finish organizing her medicinal herbs. A loose strand of hair escaped her half-wimple and waved about her cheek. She tucked it behind her ear.
Praise for Shadows of Valor!