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Countdown Sale Today through Sunday! Heart of the Witch

Okay, NOW the book is up for sale! Now through Sunday, grab the epic fantasy novel Heart of the Witch for just $0.99 on Amazon.

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Amazon.com:  http://www.amazon.com/Heart-of-the-Witch-ebook/dp/B00AR5HMZO/

Zerrick’s fears are closing in on him. As an awkward scribe of nineteen, he should be courting ladies, or helping his father, the Reverend, in his endless tirades against magic. But a local girl has been accused of witchcraft. The mayor’s son is ill. And the town is clamoring to put all users of magic to the stake. He can’t tell them that he’s the one they’re hunting for.

Beyond the colonial town, a vast wilderness awaits, with strange tattooed natives who worship the Goddess, mythical monsters, and magic in every plant and tree. Forced to flee, Zerrick searches to find out if his magic is a curse or a blessing. He meets a young woman, Mira, who seeks to flee the harsh constraints of their society as well.

All they want is a place where they can live peacefully, but magic has grown more volatile and dark omens have appeared. For Zerrick and Mira, the only way forward is following a strange call from Zerrick’s dreams, into greater unknowns than they were ever prepared for.

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ARRGH!! Amazon messed up my Countdown Sale!

I apologize to everyone who received notice today of my fantasy novel, Heart of the Witch, which is SUPPOSED to be up for sale on Amazon for only $0.99 today through August 17.  Amazon stupidly messed up and deleted the promotion.

I have re-uploaded the request, and the book will be on sale from August 14 through 17 for the Countdown special price of 99 cents.

Here are links to the Amazon US and UK stores for the book:

US:  http://www.amazon.com/Heart-of-the-Witch-ebook/dp/B00AR5HMZO/

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Heart-Witch-Judy-Goodwin/dp/061574673X/

Description:

As an awkward scribe of nineteen, Zerrick should be courting ladies; or helping the Reverend, his father, in his endless tirades against magic. But a local girl has been accused of witchcraft, the mayor’s son is ill, and the town is clamoring to put all users of magic to the stake. He can’t tell them that he’s the one they’re hunting for.

Forced to flee, Zerrick searches to find out if his magic is a curse or a blessing. Beyond the colonial town a vast wilderness awaits, with mythical monsters, strange tattooed natives who worship the Goddess, and magic in every plant and tree. In a neighboring town he meets a young woman, Mira, who seeks to flee the harsh constraints of their society.

All they want is a place where they can live peacefully, but unrest is everywhere. The land itself is suffering as magic has grown more volatile and dark omens have appeared. Stranger still, Zerrick dreams of another woman calling to him, demanding to be freed. For Zerrick and Mira, the only way forward is following the call–into greater unknowns than they were ever prepared for.

Excerpt:

Like a cannonball bursting out of a cannon, the magic surged beneath Zerrick and spat him out of the ground, sending him flying into a bed of palms. He landed hard, but safe, feeling numb all over. From behind him, a shriek pierced the air, and with a groan, he rolled over and managed to lift his head above the palm leaves to see the earth dance and churn around Madame Lotus.

Plants reared up to twist around her arms and legs, pulling her to the earth, as she began sinking even as Zerrick had. It didn’t stop at her waist, but pulled her in deeper and deeper, leaves flying around in a whirlwind around her head, lightning crackling through the ground and up along the twisted vines. She fought with all her might, clawing at the vines and thrashing to escape the earth’s hold, but it was useless, and in her eyes Zerrick could see she knew it.

She glanced once in his direction, her brown eyes lucid and filled with utter horror at her predicament. The vines pulled her down by her arms, until there was just her head above ground. Then, with a loud crash of thunder and a horrible rumbling deep within the soil, the ground swallowed her up.

The storm and wind ceased so suddenly, Zerrick thought he had lost his hearing. The leaves, no longer held up by the magical wind, settled on the overturned earth, and slowly the sounds of the jungle resumed. Zerrick lay crouched in the palms, breathing hard with the shock of what he had just witnessed, every nerve tingling. His head ached as he raised himself on one knee, looking to see if Murtis had escaped the backlash of power, or if the noise had attracted others.

Murtis was still sitting on his log, his face white with astonishment, his mouth hanging open. Seeing the look of horror on the other witch’s face, Zerrick realized just what he had done.

He had committed murder.