Reveal Blast Author Cheryl Carpeinello

 

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The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table

 

12Three Friends. Three Quests. Three Mysterious Predictions

In medieval Wales, eleven-year-old Prince Gavin, thirteen-year-old orphan Philip, and fifteen-year-old blacksmith’s apprentice Bryan are brought together in friendship by one they call the Wild Man. When an advisor to the king is killed and a jewelled medallion is stolen from the king’s treasury, the Wild Man is accused of the theft and murder. Filled with disbelief at the arrest of the Wild Man, the three friends embark upon a knight’s quest to save their friend’s life. To succeed, the three must confront their fears and insecurities, and one of them will have to disclose the biggest secret of all.

 


 

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Prince Gavin


Gavin’s gaze was drawn back to the castle’s battle-scarred walls and the heavily armed guards. The evil emanating from the structure surrounded and held him captive, like a lone deer surrounded by hungry wolves in the dead of winter, unable to move, its eyes glassy with fear, its limbs frozen by the hypnotic gleam of the wolves’ yellow eyes. Even knowing its life was ending, the deer wouldn’t break and run. So Gavin sat frozen in front of the castle.


The enormity of his quest enveloped Gavin and he sighed. Continuing on meant he might save the Wild Man, but he might put himself in danger as well. King Edward was his father’s enemy and possibly responsible for Aldred’s murder. If Gavin were caught, Edward wouldn’t treat him kindly. The young prince summoned his courage and focused on the Wild Man. It had seemed so simple last night in the company of Bryan and Philip.

 

Bryan
The air inside the blacksmith shop lay dense and heavy, making it difficult to breathe for any who ventured inside. The fire from the forge still burned red hot, even though the bellows hadn’t fanned the embers in some time. Sixteen-year-old Bryan submersed the newly formed sword into a cold bucket of water. Steam enveloped him, adding to the sweat already streaming down his face. With his free arm, he wiped his forehead and pushed back his soaked red hair.

 

The blacksmith, James, watched intently as Bryan Balyard lifted the sword out of the water, its blade cooler but still hot to the touch. Holding the sword in front of him, Bryan sighted down the blade’s edge as he’d been taught. Straight and flat, just as it should be. He made a few short cuts to check its balance. It responded well to his moves. Bryan handed the sword to James for approval. After checking its weight and doing a closer inspection of the craftsmanship, James nodded.

 

“You’re getting better. This weapon is good enough for a knight of the Round Table.”

 

Bryan beamed, his eyes reddened and watering from the smoke.

 

“I haven’t an order from any of Arthur’s knights, so make this your own.”

 

Bryan’s lower jaw dropped.

 

“Mine?” he forced out.
Philip

 

The late afternoon sun still held the day’s heat. Philip set the ax down and wiped his brow before getting a drink of water. Looking at the stack of chopped wood, he smiled sadly. Two years ago he would never have dreamed he’d be here, chopping wood for food and a dry place to sleep. He shook his head at his thoughts, his shaggy, ill-cut black hair falling unevenly across his forehead. Two years. It seemed like forever.

 

Two years earlier, he had lived with his parents and baby brother on their small farm up north. His parents worked hard to put food on the table and to pay off the farm. Philip’s main job was to watch baby Benjamin while his mother helped his father in their small field. When Benjamin fell sick, Philip helped his father clear the old stalks and rocks from the soil while his mother nursed the baby. He helped his father carefully plant the winter wheat and barley for harvest in the spring.

 

As autumn slipped into winter, Benjamin hadn’t gotten better. His tiny body burned with fever. Those last few days when Philip held him, the heat coming from Benjamin threatened to slowly engulf him like the embers of a dying fire.

 

Then one day, the heat drained from Benjamin’s body, and cold took its place. Philip didn’t understand at first why his mother and father cried. For days they’d waited for the fever to leave, and finally it had. Then he noticed the stillness of Benjamin’s body. His small chest didn’t rise and fall; he wasn’t breathing. Along with the heat, life had also left the tiny body.

 

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Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.


Stand By Me by Ben E. King

 

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

 

I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands

 

B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

 

Float On by Modest Mouse

 

Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty

 

Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy

 

Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis

 

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AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

 


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Reveal Blast Author Cheryl Carpeinello

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Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, Book 2
“Think before acting,” her father always warned. But Princess Guinevere is ruled by her heart. Her betrothal to King Arthur has not changed this. When Guinevere and Cedwyn’s latest adventure takes a dangerous turn, they find themselves embroiled in a life-or-death struggle as foretold by Merlyn’s Goddess of the Stones. Renegades—foiled in their attempt to kidnap the princess—steal the children of Cadbury Castle to sell as slaves. Guinevere and Cedwyn vow to rescue the children, but a miscalculation puts them all in more danger. The plan quickly unravels, and Guinevere’s impassioned decisions come crashing down as Cedwyn chooses to turn his dream of becoming a knight into reality. Will their courage be strong enough to survive, or will one make the ultimate sacrifice?

 

 

Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend snippets


1. The Goddess Speaks:

 

Many trials await the two of you. Perhaps the hardest are the ones you will have to endure alone.

 

“You, Guinevere, will find yourself lost. You—who are destined to be a great queen—will have to traverse a journey of immense pain and self-doubt. You must let your inner feelings guide you. The journey will be hard and painful. You must summon the courage of your soul to sustain you.

 

“You, Cedwyn, faithful friend of the princess and the queen. Your journey may be the hardest of all. You will be sent far from those you serve and love. Your duty will demand that you see this most difficult journey to its end. Whether it be death or life for you will depend upon many things. Your courage must also come from deep within your soul for one so young. Your love of family and friends must be great. But greater still must be your loyalty to the knight’s duty. For your knight’s vow comes soon. You must embrace it. You must defeat the temptations to turn aside for your own safety.

 

2. Great Sadness and Danger:

 

With saddened and heavy hearts, they left the gruesome glen behind and rode for the castle.

 

Samuel followed Guinevere, having chosen to ride beside Aaron. His tears dried, but the anguish not buried with his family. The grief was clearly evident in his hunched body, the anger in his clenched fists on the pony’s reins. Cedwyn worried about the boy’s state of mind.

 

Guinevere now led the trio, concern for the safety of the castle and the people there were marked by the hard set of her chin. Worry etched lines in her wrinkled brow and deepened her hollowed eyes.

 

Cedwyn brought up the rear. His eyes noted every movement. Ears tuned to the echoes of the forest, head swiveling at each movement and sound. Fear had taken permanent hold over his body—a feeling he was certain should have been as foreign to him as it would have been to Arthur’s knights. Cold fear tightened its grip on his heart and throat. Those who would kill the gentle monks would stop at nothing. Now the little group rode in the dark, a time when all earthly creatures took on the pallor of ghosts, and hidden danger lurked all around them.

 

3. Fathers and Daughters:

 

His finger on her lips stopped her rebuttal.
“Not now. Other issues demand the attention of the knights and kings.”…
“But Father…I promised.”
“So you did, daughter mine, but kings must rule with their heads not their hearts. This discussion is over. You are dismissed to go to your room. I have a knight there who will make sure your rest tonight isn’t disturbed.”
Her legs refused to move. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“Go. Now Guinevere. Before I forget you’re my own flesh and have you flogged for the dangers you’ve brought upon us. Go!”
Guinevere ran from the room, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face.
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Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.

 

Stand By Me by Ben E. King

 

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

 

I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands

 

B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

 

Float On by Modest Mouse

 

Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty

 

Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy

 

Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis

 

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AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

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Interview with Poet Vickie Mryczko

Q1. Tell us something interesting about yourself.

 – I am a single mom of two teens. My “real” job or trade is within the beauty industry; as I have taught in and owned my own cosmetology school.

Q2. What does “being creative” mean to you?

 – To me, being creative is the freedom to express ones self with confidence; and without apology in a healthy and positive manner. 

Q3. What gives you the inspiration or drive to write poetry?

 – Writing is my therapy. It helps me to release negative feelings; while attempting to self motivate and cleanse my mind.

Q4. What new projects are you working towards your writing goal?

 – I am in the process currently of finalizing my first manuscript of poetry.

Q5. What is the difference between your writing voice and your speaking voice? Does it combine together or is it totally separated?

 – My writing “voice” gives me courage to communicate and express ideas; in which my words could be understood by the “hearing” ear of others non judgement or persecution.

Q6. What advice do you have for any new poets or authors out there just entering the world of writing?

 – Never doubt the words the universe is giving you to pen…

Now let’s have some fun!

Q7. Who is your favorite author or poet? And why?

I love all the classic writers, Poe, Dickinson, Emmerson, Hemmingway, Twain. I am a hopeless romantic to anything vintage in feeling…

Q8. If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go and why?

 – I would love to be in a small cottage in the English countryside, reading, writing and finding peace.

Q9. What is your favorite book that has been turned into a movie, TV show or miniseries?

The movies are never as good as the books!!! I could still however always watch Harry Potter. 😉

Q10. What is your favorite drink when you are digging into writing your  poem? What is your favorite place to write? And why?

Now back to business! 

 -COFFEE… Hot or cold in any flavor. I write anywhere the words find me. I always have a small pen and notebook with me.

Q11. I see you are a published poet on SpillWords, what can you tell us about your experience and your publications?

 – I stumbled onto Spillwords, and I am so blessed to find them. They are amazingly supportive and really help to bring to life, through a single photo, the essence of every piece I have written or read by other authors.

Last Question!

Q13. Why do you write? How old were you when you knew you wanted to become an author or poet? Who influenced you?

– Tough question… I’ve just always written. I feel more at ease communicating ideas, opinions and feeling through my penned hand.

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