Divine Intervention [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Frances Pauli
eBook Category: Fantasy/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Torbin never meant to offend the Gods, but when an errant meteor whisks him off to another world, he's pretty sure they're punishing him for something. If the tomb he wakes in is not his own, then the only thing left to do is prove his valor and win his way back into their graces. When Nesset prays for a miracle, the last thing she expects is the pale foreigner stumbling through her prison. Still, beggars can't be choosers, and she's running out of time. She's scheduled for the sacrificial altar, and no doubt that's where she'll end up--unless she can convince the barbarian to help her. If they survive beyond that, maybe she can even convince him to stick around.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasy ebooks, Published: 2011, 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2012
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Torbin snorted, heaved a sigh that quaked mountainous shoulders, and glared into his ale. He considered quaffing it, but slammed the wooden vessel back to the table instead.
"Torbin Steelspinner!" the barkeep's voice chastised. "You'll be buildin me a new table, seein as yer breakin that one."
"Steady, hag," he muttered.
"What's that?" The ancient head tilted and a wrinkled hand pulled back spider-web hair. "What are you sayin?"
"Steady, Meg," Torbin said. "I won't be breaking it."
He pushed away from the table and unfolded to his seven-foot frame. The chair legs scraped gouges in the hard-packed floor. Torbin dropped a stack of bronze coins onto the table and abandoned the beer. His mood was too sour for drinking.
He ducked out of the canvas bar and into a frozen night--the same bloody, frigid, cold-ass night as always. It never changed. He shivered against the monotony. I've seen warm shores. That's the problem. They'd raided too far, and the memory of exotic vistas had stowed away in his vision. Now home paled, frozen and as bitter as his untouched ale.
He tilted his head, and white hair cascaded down his back. The Dragonfire streaked through the midnight dome, its neon ribbons twisting across the sky. A vivid moon danced below them. Pale light filtered his world into a silvery blue, setting the tent beside him aglow. The curving, wildcat finials grinned demonic smiles.