Gift: Chronicles Tucker Littlefield by Tegon MausPublisher: Tirgearr Publishing (April 13, 2016) Category: Fantasy, Paranormal, Historical Fiction ASIN: B01C5Q899U Tour Date: May/June, 2016 Available in: ebook, 165 Pages
Tucker Littlefield is a lair, a thief, a con-man . In an attempt to take advantage of a party thrown by the King, he becomes involved in a kidnapping – the King’s niece, Elizabeth, to be exact. Because of his fear of the dark as well as heights, and a good many other things, he finds himself stabbed and bleeding to death. To save him, a Shaman for the Jonda – Daneba – turns him into a soul bearer for the Kindred. In an effort to find Lizie, Littlefield finds the Norha instead and their leader Tahki - a cannibalistic tribe the lives under a volcano that will leave no stone unturned to find Lizie. Littlefield is blackmailed into her recovery. Transformed by a primitive magic beyond a civilized man's understanding, I was given a horrible gift that no man should possess... It held me, twisted me, turning me at its bidding. I was enslaved by its power, compelled to devour the souls of the dead until I became the monster of my fears. I have seen things I wish never to see again. I have done things of which I wish never to speak. Yet I must if I am to find the answers to fulfill my hope. I have walked upon blue ribbons of molten stone to peer into the depth of a man's soul. I watched as a promise made at birth brought my friend Enon to sacrifice everything to become whole again - all in an effort to save the life of his child. I have cried without shame for the loss of all I hold dear and for fear that the future will hold more than I can bear. I am Tucker Littlefield. Know all that I say now is true-spoken.
Praise for Gift: Chronicles Tucker Littlefield by Tegon Maus"Magical, is the first word, which came to my mind when I finished this story. Right from the very first page, I found myself totally captivated by Tucker's storytelling of this wonderful adventure. Tucker Littlefield is an amazing character, when reading it I immediately thought of John Carpenter's fisherman storyteller at the beginning of `The Fog' film, where the children gather round as the scene is set... as, when reading it, I felt as if I too was actually there, sitting in the tavern, listening. I cannot praise this book enough; it truly deserves to become a classic, the stuff of legends. As far as I am concerned, it has a fantastic storyline, the author has created some wonderful characters and I believe it would make a brilliant film! I hope we shall be seeing more Chronicles of Tucker Littlefield in the future."-Susan Keefe, Author or 'Fantasy Farm Tales' "I really enjoyed The Gift. The author is a fantastic world builder. I really felt transported into a new world with a unique magical system, not some kind of Tolkien knock-off. (so many stories these days are all about wizards and elves and dwarves). The main character, Tucker, was likeable and comical--a real person with human frailties and yearnings-- and an unlikely hero everyone will root for. If you are looking for a fantasy novel that is not a Lord of the Rings rehash, then I think you'll enjoy this one."- Joseph N. Sidari, Amazon Reviewer "This story is a very exciting and fast paced read. You will get wrapped up in the descriptions of the types of people who exist in the world. You will love the uniqueness to the magic. You will also discover that some things are left unknown. I enjoyed it very much.."- Phaedra Seabolt, Author of 'Imperfection'
In his right hand, he held a bent stick. He waved it at the dog and grunted at it to frighten it away. Lifting his head high, he sniffed at the air and turned slowly.
"Norha. Where there is one, there is three," Bowen whispered.
We sat motionless for what seemed like forever, watching the creature with the stick. The dog made a wide circle around him, no bark, and no sound. The man refused to make eye contact with it, pretending it wasn't there.
He kicked at the dirt, searching for what? At last, he bent to pick something up. He held it in a clenched fist over his head and howled. From about his waist he took an object, tied to a piece of sinew. As he spun it, a deep, low throng, something akin to a roar arose, filling the air.
"Roar of the Bear," Bowen whispered, nodding toward the man and his signal.
We sank lower into our hiding. Just as he had predicted two more of the Norha appeared from the trees. They sniffed at the air just as the first had done and turned suspiciously. Satisfied, they inspected his find. He held out his hand to them as they spoke in low grunting tones to one another. I didn't understand their language but apparently Bowen could. His body stiffened.
I tried to divide my attention between the three and the look now spread over his face. He pressed his hand to my shoulder, pushing me lower, indicating I should stay hidden.
"Each is blaming the other, they're looking, they're looking for Elizabeth," he whispered, getting up.
Something was moving toward me through the underbrush. I held my breath and pushed as low as I could. It was Enon's dog, Noget.
He snuffled his way to me and leaned against me, protecting me with his body just as Bowen had before disappearing into the trees.