Saturday, October 24, 2009

Book Tour: K.M. Weiland - Behold The Dawn

I have the pleasure of introducing you to the fabulous fiction of K.M. Weiland. It’s a great honor to participate in her book touring itinerary by treating you to an exerpt from her brand new release – Behold The Dawn.

About the story...

Marcus Annan, a tourneyer famed for his prowess on the battlefield, thought he could keep the secrets of his past buried forever. But when a mysterious crippled monk demands Annan help him find justice for the transgressions of sixteen years ago, Annan is forced to leave the tourneys and join the Third Crusade.

Wounded in battle and hunted by enemies on every side, he rescues an English noblewoman from an infidel prison camp and flees to Constantinople. But, try as he might, he cannot elude the past. Amidst the pain and grief of a war he doesn’t even believe in, he is forced at last to face long-hidden secrets and sins and to bare his soul to the mercy of a God he thought he had abandoned years ago.

The sins of a bishop.

The vengeance of a monk.

The secrets of a knight.

The excerpt...

He ran a hand over the saddle, checking the Baptist’s flat-bladed sword where it lay snug in its fastenings on the near side. “Fetch the food purse.” She had kept it near her during the night, and he hadn’t asked for it. What he had told her about having nothing to fear from him would sink in better if he stayed away from her.

He gave the cinch a final check and tossed another glance at the sky. With blessings from both the weather and the saints, he and the lady could be in Orleans within the month—if the horse held out that long. He patted the courser’s shoulder. The horse blew through his nostrils and tossed his head. He was a far cry from the bay destrier Annan had lost outside Acre, but then the bay’s stamina probably wouldn’t compare w
ith the courser’s on a trek of this sort.

Without looking at him, Mairead handed him the heavy leather purse. “The horse should have a name.” It was the first offhand comment she had offered since he had met her two nights ago.

“I don’t name my animals.”

“Why not?”

He tightened the knot that would hold the purse to the saddlebow, then turned to where she stood fondling the courser’s dark head. Why indeed? The last animal he had named was the charger Lord William had gifted him with a few years before St. Dunstan’s. He had called the big stallion Caird. Since then, he had owned and
lost countless beasts, some through the tourneys, some to pay his debts. Marek named them all, but Annan never paid him heed.

Mairead looked at him, and he straightened. “Animals without names are easier to watch die.” It was as good a reason as any.

“Oh.” Her mouth set in a firm line once more. “I see.”

She didn’t see, but he hadn’t expected her t
o. She had known the shelter of her father’s and then Lord William’s castles for too long; she couldn’t realize that the pain and the death that filled a man’s life were bearable only when kept at arm’s length.

She didn’t look at him until he had lifted her onto the pillion, and then her eyes met his only for a moment. But it was an unguarded moment. And in it, he sensed again a flash of pain—raw and burning—and he was reminded that perhaps Lady Mairead of Keaton was a woman who knew pain all too well.

He could guess at the cause. He could piece together the import of her fear and of Lord William’s words and of everything left unsaid in her own statements.

But, that too, like all the horses he had seen fall beneath him in battle or forfeited for melee ransom, was something he needed to leave unnamed, lest he open himself to the realization of what had been done to her. Were he ever
to allow a crack to open in the mental barrier of sixteen years, that would be all the gateway his own pain and fear and anger would ever need.

He mounted, wincing at the groan of his old hip wound. Reining the horse around, he headed for the riverbank where the going would be smooth. Mairead did not brace herself with her arms around him as she had yestermorn during their escape from the prison camp.

He urged the horse into a trot to loosen its muscles. The courser stumbled, then righted itself, ears pointed ahead, hooves crunching in the

Annan glanced to his left. By now, the stranger on the donkey should be too far away to hear them. He rubbed the horse’s rough mane with his knuckles. Let the horse hold out. It was as close to a prayer as he had come in a long time.

The lady didn’t speak until the campsite had almost disappeared around the river’s bend. “He deserves a name,” she said.

The breeze, cool and still heavy with the damp of night, slid across the thickening stubble of his cheek, whispered secrets in his ear, then blew past him to caress the countess’s long hair.

Lines knit themselves deep in his forehead. H
e touched the horse’s belly with his heel, and the animal leaned into a canter. “Then name him.”

About the Author: K.M. Weiland writes historical and speculative fiction from her home in the sandhills of western Nebraska. She is the author of A Man Called Outlaw and the recently released Behold the Dawn. She blogs at Wordplay: Helping Writers Become Authors and AuthorCulture.

Now that your fiction fancy has been tickled you may want to watch the book trailer for Behold The Dawn.
I hope you have enjoyed having K.M. here at GrowUpDeep as much as I have.

Thanks K.M., it was a blast! Blessings for all your novel writing adventures. We look forward to more!!

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  1. Thanks so much for letting me stop by your blog, Lorrie!

  2. pretty impressive!

  3. Katie - Thanks for the opportunity, I am really enjoying it.

    nAncY - You're a gem :-)

  4. I'm reading "Behold the Dawn" now, and the excerpt you posted is familiar. I'm up to the point where Annan leaves Mairead behind to free the monk, and she wishes he will return. Great story. Great characterizations.

  5. Victor ~ ah, the suspense!!! Thanks for popping in and for your input :-)

  6. Thanks for stopping by, Victor. Glad you're enjoying the book!

  7. I'd love to read that book after this post, thanks you for sharing :)

  8. You're welcome! Thanks for reading. :)

  9. sounds like a good read - ahhh to be able to read for's always good to see you at his garden Lorrie!

  10. Thanks for sharing this Lorrie, makes your blog a pleasant stop for readers and writers :)

  11. Lorrie... I have just realised that my last post was posted before I had finished it and I hadn't sourced the article.
    If you go over now, I have quoted more of the article and the post makes a lot more sense now!

    No wonder you commented the way you did!

    The source was from Omega letter and it speaks about biblical numerology.

    Sorry for hijacking this thread to let you know about the update!



  12. Nice to see you at the InCourage giveaway! :)

  13. Vee ~ you may "hijack" my threads anytime!! I'll go back an check it out... thanks for letting me know :-) I hope my friends will check out your blog too (hint hint). Good stuff.