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Red Madrassa by Terah Edun
A magical accident threw them together. But when Fate holds all the cards, it can be impossible to tell the difference between pure chance and Destiny...
The Madrassa, a magical school for mage practitioners, is the stuff of legend. With selective entrance exams and quotas for only the most advanced of mage children, it's almost impossible to attend.
When Allorna, a guardian trainee for the royal family, ends up on the doorstep of the citadel on the eve of the final day of a recruitment ceremony, she decides it must be fate.
She was sure she knew the path her life would take before she enrolled. But sometimes life has a way of throwing in magical curveballs and strange friends, just to see if you’ll trip up.
Oh, and one of those friends is a mage accused of murder, another is a slightly psychotic dragon, the third a healer facing an existential crisis, and the last is a female storm-caller with more hidden secrets than a thief lord.
Do they all belong at the new school they call home?
Excerpt:
Minutes later, they came upon a clearing, and stopped to look around. That was when Vedaris noticed a roundish indentation in the surrounding grove, and walked over to look at it. It was small, only a yard or so across, and dark. He couldn't really see anything in it at first, though as he continued to study it, he realized that a small stone carving sat in the alcove. It looked like a woman. She was seated; time had worn away her features long ago, but at her waist, wrapped around her almost, he noticed a lumpy form. "Hey, Allorna," he called harshly, "I need your fire."
"What, no pretty please?" she asked from the other side of the grove. He pursed his lips in exasperation as he prepared to turn around, but the appearance of a blue ball of flame in his line of sight halted his tirade. With a gruff "Thank you," he again turned to take in the statue.
It was just as he thought: another Dragon at the feet of a Human. As he studied it, looking for clan markings on the scales, Maride came up beside him. Frowning, he said to Vedaris, "Isn't that the Wayfarer?"
Vedaris was silent, but Allorna said, to his left, "I think it is. One of the rarer portraits with Sahlias." By this time, Maride was kneeling on the ground, fingering the base of the statue. He could see a symbol etched into the stone; a maker's mark, perhaps? "Sahlias?" asked Vedaris absentmindedly.
"The dragon," Allorna said pointedly. "Legend says his name was Sahlias." Before Vedaris could say anything, Maride interrupted with an "I knew it!" "Knew what?" asked Sitara. She and Sidimo had been conversing quietly while studying the strange flora, arriving at the tail end of the conversation.
"The artist we were researching before," he continued excitedly, "Her name was Leanis! She was famous in the Sixth Century for fantastical works centering on the Wayfarer."
"And this Wayfarer was whom?" asked Sidimo slowly. Sitara shot him a surprised glance, but Allorna knew Sidi wasn't much of a history person. "She was the founder of the Madrassa and the Wayfarer principle," responded Maride. "She was also said to have had a companion dragon."
Vedaris practically snarled, "Dragons are not pets!"
Maride ignored his tone, but Sitara said reasonably, "No one ever said they were, but there are different types."
Nodding, Sidimo contributed, "Kadari dragons and Sahelians are both dragonkin, but clearly divergent. Perhaps this one is similar to the Kadari, just smaller." Vedaris frowned and said no more. But he could tell: this dragon was similar to him, or at least him as he would be if he had a dragon form. It was clearly a Sahelian...and even worse, it bore the scale etchings of an outcast.
A magical accident threw them together. But when Fate holds all the cards, it can be impossible to tell the difference between pure chance and Destiny...
The Madrassa, a magical school for mage practitioners, is the stuff of legend. With selective entrance exams and quotas for only the most advanced of mage children, it's almost impossible to attend.
When Allorna, a guardian trainee for the royal family, ends up on the doorstep of the citadel on the eve of the final day of a recruitment ceremony, she decides it must be fate.
She was sure she knew the path her life would take before she enrolled. But sometimes life has a way of throwing in magical curveballs and strange friends, just to see if you’ll trip up.
Oh, and one of those friends is a mage accused of murder, another is a slightly psychotic dragon, the third a healer facing an existential crisis, and the last is a female storm-caller with more hidden secrets than a thief lord.
Do they all belong at the new school they call home?
Excerpt:
Minutes later, they came upon a clearing, and stopped to look around. That was when Vedaris noticed a roundish indentation in the surrounding grove, and walked over to look at it. It was small, only a yard or so across, and dark. He couldn't really see anything in it at first, though as he continued to study it, he realized that a small stone carving sat in the alcove. It looked like a woman. She was seated; time had worn away her features long ago, but at her waist, wrapped around her almost, he noticed a lumpy form. "Hey, Allorna," he called harshly, "I need your fire."
"What, no pretty please?" she asked from the other side of the grove. He pursed his lips in exasperation as he prepared to turn around, but the appearance of a blue ball of flame in his line of sight halted his tirade. With a gruff "Thank you," he again turned to take in the statue.
It was just as he thought: another Dragon at the feet of a Human. As he studied it, looking for clan markings on the scales, Maride came up beside him. Frowning, he said to Vedaris, "Isn't that the Wayfarer?"
Vedaris was silent, but Allorna said, to his left, "I think it is. One of the rarer portraits with Sahlias." By this time, Maride was kneeling on the ground, fingering the base of the statue. He could see a symbol etched into the stone; a maker's mark, perhaps? "Sahlias?" asked Vedaris absentmindedly.
"The dragon," Allorna said pointedly. "Legend says his name was Sahlias." Before Vedaris could say anything, Maride interrupted with an "I knew it!" "Knew what?" asked Sitara. She and Sidimo had been conversing quietly while studying the strange flora, arriving at the tail end of the conversation.
"The artist we were researching before," he continued excitedly, "Her name was Leanis! She was famous in the Sixth Century for fantastical works centering on the Wayfarer."
"And this Wayfarer was whom?" asked Sidimo slowly. Sitara shot him a surprised glance, but Allorna knew Sidi wasn't much of a history person. "She was the founder of the Madrassa and the Wayfarer principle," responded Maride. "She was also said to have had a companion dragon."
Vedaris practically snarled, "Dragons are not pets!"
Maride ignored his tone, but Sitara said reasonably, "No one ever said they were, but there are different types."
Nodding, Sidimo contributed, "Kadari dragons and Sahelians are both dragonkin, but clearly divergent. Perhaps this one is similar to the Kadari, just smaller." Vedaris frowned and said no more. But he could tell: this dragon was similar to him, or at least him as he would be if he had a dragon form. It was clearly a Sahelian...and even worse, it bore the scale etchings of an outcast.
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Terah Edun is a young adult fantasy writer born and raised in the Atlanta metropolitan area, who transplanted to the Northeast region for college, and now lives in South Sudan. She writes the stories that she always loved to read as a young girl.
She prefers tales of adventure, magic, fellowship and courtship – in other words high fantasy. But she’s not adverse to the occasional contemporary fantasy coming her way. Sometimes you’ll see cloaks, daggers, independent and strong girls, independent and strong guys, sweet and soft spoken girls, sweet and soft spoken guys, markets, cute guys, sparkly magic and irritatingly know-it-all boys. The book she’s currently working on is SWORN TO RAISE, the first in the Courtlight series.
Outside of writing, she’s a international development professional with a penchant for Starbucks.
Giveaway
There is a tour-wide giveaway of one $25 Amazon Gift Card & Red Madrassa Ebook and five Ebooks of Red Madrassa.
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Such a great excerpt thank you.
ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt! I have this one on my wishlist!
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