By William H. Russeth
Historical Romance ● 326 pages ● Cover art by Pat Evans
Set in ancient Gaul 200 years before the Roman conquest,
“Swords of Artaius” is a thrilling, fast moving adventure with mythological overtones
and a strong element of romance. The fates of two desperate souls collide who
find themselves clinging together in the face of a massive invasion of
barbarous tribes led by the dreadful chieftain, Morga Raven Wings.
As they run for their lives, they watch the invading horde
sweep through Celtica behind them, scourging the land and ravaging the
impregnable fortress, Lugdunum. They find solace in each other’s arms,
believing each night together will be their last. Artaius, cursed with episodes
of unbridled anger, finds inner peace and relief from the demons that haunt him
with Lughin’s affection. Trapped in the Brigantes stockade, the last bastion of
protection, the only thing standing between them and annihilation is the
bear-like trance and rage of Artaius the Bear.
Excerpt:
Long moon shadows striped the forest floor. Her eyes strained
into the depths of the wood. She turned and jerked her head to the night sounds
and leaves rustling around her. A dark shape streaked across an open glen, then
another, and then two more. Her hand reached for the knife and she stood
slowly, sliding up, with her back pressed against the tree trunk. Edging around
the bole, she peeked behind it. Black shapes loped out of the forest and lined
up on the edge of the trench. Bushy tails wagged and pointed ears twitched. The
largest wolf snarled and a bolt of fear stopped her heart, then it started
pounding. Wolves were not a part of the plan. Their yellow eyes caught the
moonlight and glowed maliciously. Her chest seemed as if it would explode. A
wolf could easily jump the ditch. The pack paced impatiently along the rim of
the trench as if they could sense the trap. An animal jumped forward landing on
the thin saplings. It squealed in surprise and tumbled through the cover,
disappearing into the trench. She felt pawing and snarling circle around her as
the animal frantically paced at the bottom of trench. The others growled and
followed above their fallen comrade, ringing the tree and Lughin.
“Morga!” Lughin screamed in terror. “Morga!”
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