Blog Tour for Daughter of Aithne by Karin Rita Gastreich




Daughter of Aithne
The Silver Web
Book Three
Karin Rita Gastreich
Genre: Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Romance
Publisher: Orb Weaver Press
Date of Publication: May 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9972320-2-8
Number of pages: 386
Word Count: 119,000
Cover Artist: Thomas Vandenberg
Book Description:
Betrayed by her own prodigy and accused of treason, Eolyn forges a risky alliance with the ruthless and cunning Mage Corey. As enemies old and new rise to arms, the beleaguered queen of magic prepares for a final, desperate battle to secure her son’s throne.
Across the Furma River, Taesara of Roenfyn is drawn out of seclusion and into an ever-more vicious game of intrigue and war. Subject to the schemes of her uncle and the mysterious ambitions of the wizards of Galia, she fights to assert her will while defending her daughter’s inheritance.
In the climactic finale to The Silver Web trilogy, threads of love, honor, betrayal, and vengeance culminate in a violent conflict between powerful women, opposed to each other yet destined to shatter a thousand-year cycle of war.
“Vigorously told deceptions and battle scenes…with a romantic thread.” -Publishers Weekly review of Eolyn, Book One of the Silver Web
“Lush, evocative descriptions carry readers through an unforgettable journey.” –Kirkus Reviews review of Sword of Shadows, Book Two of the Silver Web.
Taesara left the
kitchen and climbed the narrow stairs that led to the Mother’s study and a
handful of chambers set aside for receiving guests from the outside world. The
rest of the cloister was stark in its furnishings and modest in decoration, but
here the chairs and tables were finely carved. Tapestries graced the walls with
images of men and women called by Thunder during the long and difficult history
of Taesara’s people.
When she entered
the study, the man standing at the window wheeled about and pinned her with a
stern gaze. His long face was framed by graying hair, his sage cloak richly
embroidered with silver threads.
“My Lord
Regent.” Taesara sank to her knees, deeply troubled by this unannounced visit.
A rustle of
skirts indicated the Mother’s approach. The old woman laid a frail but steady
hand on Taesara’s shoulder. “If it pleases you, Lord Regent, I will take my
leave now, so that you may speak with your niece.”
Taesara looked
up at the Mother with a mixture of hurt and trepidation. “Dear Mother, I have
no family in this world, not since I—”
“Hush, my
daughter.” The Mother took Taesara’s face in her hands and studied her with
kind eyes. “I know the vows you took when you entered this place better than
you. I do not doubt the devotion with which you have served the Gods as part of
our community these many years. Your family has indeed been dead to you, but
now Thunder wishes to call you back to the world of the living. Listen to your
uncle, for he seeks to resurrect your heart from its grave. The news he bears
will bring you much joy.”
“But I don’t
“Know that
whatever you decide, you have my blessing.” The Mother kissed Taesara and left,
closing the door quietly behind her.
Taesara lowered
her gaze to the floor, burdened by a terrible uncertainty she had not felt in
Sylus Penamor,
Lord Regent of Roenfyn, strode forward and extended a gloved hand to his niece.
“Rise, Taesara.”
She obeyed,
stiffening as Penamor took her chin in his fingers and subjected her to cold
inspection. After a moment, his frown deepened and he shook his head. “Only the
Sisters of the Poor could take a woman at the height of her flower and turn her
into a dried-up weed.”
bristled. “There is no place for vanity within these walls.”
“Apparently not.
They’ve made you skinny and sallow. Though it is nothing, I’ll wager, that a
bit of sun and some proper food cannot remedy. What are these rags they dress
you in?”
She stepped
away, clenching her jaw. “This is all I need. All anyone needs, to live at
peace in this world.”
Penamor snorted.
“Why are you
“I’ve come to
fetch you home.”
“This is my
“This was your
temporary refuge. A foul place, but one of your choosing. We were generous
enough to let you stay, first your father and then I, as we put the outside
world in order. Now it is time for you to return.”
“I am not going
“Oh, but I think
you will.” Penamor spoke with an odd tone, at once menacing and full of
promise. “War is at hand, and you will be the one to lead it.”
Taesara forced a
laugh. “You know I will have no part of it. Eliasara would die at their hands
if we so much as—”
“They do not
have Eliasara,” he said. “We do.”
Shadows flashed
through Taesara’s vision. She stumbled and caught hold of the back of a chair.
A chasm opened inside her heart, swallowing the vines and trees with which she
had concealed her love and pain during all these years. The bitter flood of
anguish returned full force.
“Where is she?”
Taesara did not look at her uncle, her mind consumed by the image of King
Akmael’s stony countenance, his dark intent, his merciless heart.
“About a day’s
ride from here. She has been asking for you.”
“Is she…whole?
Have they harmed her in any way?”
“Do you mean
have they turned her into a witch? No. Eliasara is a true daughter of Roenfyn.
She has remained faithful to her memory of you, and to the convictions of her
people. And she is beautiful, Taesara, as lovely as you were at her age, with
the same sweet smile and golden hair.”
“She will not
recognize me. She had only just begun to walk when we were separated.”
“She will know
who you are. That is enough. She wants a mother to love, and one who will love
her. She needs you, Taesara.”
Unable to endure
the weight of the moment, Taesara sank to the floor. Oh, sweet Thunder, help
“What is this
unbearable work of the Gods?” she asked. “How has such a thing come to pass?”
“That is an
amusing story to tell.” Penamor knelt at her side. The smell of leather and
horse stung her senses. “The wizard Tzeremond often said that the magas always
betray their own, and so that old hawk’s wisdom has once again proven true. The
Witch Queen’s greatest student, a maga warrior by the name of Ghemena, broke
into Eliasara’s prison with two of her companions. They slew the Mage King’s
guards and brought the Princess to Roenfyn, to me. Now the magas stand with us,
ready to fight.”
Fire surged
through Taesara’s veins.
“Who else?” she
demanded. “Who else stands with Roenfyn?”
“Galia has
agreed to support our cause, and new messengers have been dispatched to
Antaria. We await their response. We also have allies inside Moisehén: noble
families whose loyalty I have cultivated in secret; mages who pretend to serve
King Akmael; and others among the Witch Queen’s guard who are anxious to see
the line of Mage Kings dissolved. This is our moment, Taesara. Your moment. To
exact vengeance on the King of Moisehén and his villainous harlot, to kill
their bastards, and to see your daughter and all her descendants claim the
Crown of Vortingen.”
straightened her back, withdrawing from her uncle’s grasp and taking deep
breaths as she tried to steady her pulse.
After a long
moment, she leveled her gaze at him. “I don’t care about any of that, Uncle.
All I want is to see my daughter.”
A smile of
triumph touched his lips. “As well I knew you would.
About the Author:

Karin Rita Gastreich writes stories of ordinary women and the extraordinary paths they choose. An ecologist by vocation, Karin has wandered forests and wildlands all her life. Her pastimes include camping, hiking, music, and flamenco dance. In addition to THE SILVER WEB trilogy, Karin has published short stories in World Jumping, Zahir, Adventures for the Average Woman, and 69 Flavors of Paranoia. She is a recipient of the Spring 2011 Andrews Forest Writer’s Residency.
Twitter: @EolynChronicles

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