Book Tour: A King's Bargain by J.D.L. Rosell Review + Giveaway
A KING’S BARGAIN BY J.D.L. ROSELL
GENRE: Epic Fantasy / Heroic Fantasy / Coming of Age / Sword & Sorcery
AGE GROUP: Adult
RELEASE: June 1, 2020
Blurb:
The legend of Tal Harrenfel is sung across the Westreach — and with each telling, the tales grow taller. But though he’s declared a hero by his King, Tal has never claimed to be more than a man…
After three decades of fighting warlocks,
killing mythical beasts, and hunting enchanted treasure, Tal has had enough.
Running from the deeds of his past, he retreats to his home village under a
different name and meets an unlikely companion: Garin, a village boy who dreams
of making a name for himself and seeing the world beyond their sleepy town.
When Tal receives a mysterious
visitor, both he and Garin find themselves thrown into a sojourn across the
kingdom. Soon, they become embroiled in the plots of monarchs, on the frontlines
of an ancient war, and at the mercy of a fabled sorcerer.
Now Tal must live up to his legend,
and Garin discover his own power, to survive the forces pitted against them…
Name of the
Wind meets Witcher in A King’s Bargain, an intertwining sword and sorcery
adventure and coming of age tale. If you like The Wheel of Time, The Dragonbone
Chair, or The Stormlight Archive, you’ll love the captivating world of Legend
of Tal
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Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Review:
You know when you start reading a new to you author, that feeling as your eyes traverse the pages soaking up the words, the forming of the world and characters, that this author will quickly become a new favorite. Then with time hopefully a beloved one.Well this was the case with A King's Bargain book 1 of Legend of Tal by J.D.L Rosell. This is a story that will suck you in, leaving the real world behind, making you forget all as you lose yourself in the tale.When having to set this story down, I could not stay away for long as I needed to get back with Tal, Garin and Aelyn to continue our adventures.
Come join Tal and his companions as they embark on their quest to find the kings traitor, for it will be a tricky one at. How does one find a traitor that can change face?
Come grab a glass of marsh whiskey or Jakadi wine if you prefer the finer stuff
Come hear tales of the Legend that is Tal
A coming of age tale, filled with adventure, magic, quests, elves, warlocks, mages, a bard and a war. Good vs Evil.
But most of all heart.
Excerpt
Bran settled in a chair across from
his guest and smiled like they were old friends.
The house was nothing to look at, he
well knew: two rooms large, with a ragged curtain separating them; a small wood
stove settled behind him, and a well-used pot and pan, travel-ready, hanging
above it. As rain began to patter against the roof, the usual leaks started up
in the corners.
He didn't care to impress folks, not
anymore, and this man least of all. But he'd helped his guest over the stoop
like a nobleman might usher a lady into his bedroom, and ignored the man's
protests that he needed no assistance in a similarly lofty manner.
Gallantry, he'd often found, suited a
liar like a cape fit a king.
Garin squirmed in the seat next to
them, but Bran paid him no mind as he took his glass and threw it back. He
sighed as the liquid burned its way down his throat to settle a steady warmth
in his gut. "Say what you want about Crazy Ean, but he makes a damn fine
whiskey."
"So says anyone mad enough to try
it," Garin muttered.
Bran grinned at him. "Life is
short and dark as it is. May as well brighten it with a few glorious
risks."
The youth shrugged.
He turned his gaze to the guest again,
who hadn't touched his glass. "I know your name, Aelyn, and you know ours.
The table is set. Now lay out what you want, or we'll have to settle on beans
and roots for dinner."
Aelyn hadn't removed his hat, but even
with his eyes shadowed, they seemed to gleam. "You know what I want. I'm
not idly used as a messenger. But I obey my commands."
He lifted his hand to reveal a small,
shining band resting in his palm, then set it on the table. Garin stared at it,
mouth open wide. Bran found he was unable to resist looking himself, though he
knew its kind well. Not a ring of silver or gold or copper, but milky white
crystal, with a steady glow from within its clouded center.
"What is it?" Garin asked,
sounding as if he wished he hadn't spoken but was unable to resist.
Aelyn didn't answer but kept his steady,
orange gaze on Bran, like a raptor on a hare.
Bran sighed. "It's a Binding
Ring. An artifact of oaths that holds the wearer to a promise."
Garin might be a man grown to the
villagers, but he looked a boy at that moment, his eyes wide, his mouth forming
a small "o."
"Like… a magic ring?" the
youth ventured.
"Enough of this!" Aelyn
snapped. "Take it and put it on. We must be returning immediately."
"Off so soon? But you haven't
touched your drink."
The man snorted. "If I wished to
poison myself, I have a thousand better ways than that human swill. Don that
ring. Now." His fiery eyes slid over to Garin. "Or do you want the
boy to know your true name?"
Bran studied him. A feeling, hard as
flint, was starting behind his eyes. A feeling familiar as a distant memory. A
feeling he'd hoped to have dug a deep grave and buried in the past. As it rose,
a warmth unconnected to the whiskey began coursing through his body. Dread? he
mocked himself. Or anticipation?
He reached a hand forward, finger
brushing the crystal. It was warm to the touch. From past experience, he knew
it remained warm most of the time. So long as the wearer kept to what he was
bound. If he didn't, a mountain peak in winter would be preferable punishment.
Aelyn's eyes watched. Wary. Waiting.
Bran scooped up the ring, vaulted
across the table, and shouted, "Heshidal bauchdid!"
The man jerked, then stiffened in his
chair, eyes wide with surprise, hat knocked askew. Bran took his moment,
snatching one of the smooth hands and slipping the ring over a long finger.
As Aelyn shivered free of the binding,
his mouth stuttered, "Bastard of a pig-blooded whore—!"
"Quiet down!" Bran shouted
over him. "This I bind you to: That you will wear this ring until I am
safely back in Hunt's Hollow. That you will tell no one that you wear this ring
instead of me. That you will tell no one my true name unless I bid it. And that
you won't harm the boy Garin or myself in that time."
The ring shone brightly for a moment,
and Aelyn shuddered, eyes squeezed shut, teeth braced in a grimace. A moment
later, the ring dimmed, and Bran released his guest's hand. As he settled into
his chair, brushing back the hairs that had worked loose of his tail, his blood
began to cool again.
"Now," he said as he reached
for the whiskey bottle, which had fallen over in the struggle, and pulled out
the stopper. "You sure you don't want any of this human swill?"
The man raised his hand and stared at
the crystal ring, horror spreading across his face. "She told you, didn't
she? She told you my true name."
Bran poured a glass, then proffered it
to the youth, who stared at him as if he were the stranger. "Feeling mad
enough yet?"
Garin took the glass, threw it back,
and promptly coughed half of it back up.
"There you are, Garin, there you
are," Bran said, thumping his back. "You'll learn to swallow it all
before long."
About the Author:
J.D.L. Rosell is the author of more
than seven books, including the dark epic fantasy series The Famine Cycle, the fast-paced
LitRPG/Gamelit series The Everlands, and the sword-and-sorcery series Legend of
Tal. He also writes some serialized books, including the Nordic epic fantasy
The Frozen Throne, which has over 100k views on Wattpad.
Previously, J.D.L. Rosell earned an
MA in creative writing and has written as a ghostwriter. Always drawn to the
outdoors, he gets out into nature whenever he can and indulges in his hobbies
of hiking and photography. But most of the time, he can be found curled up with
a good book at home with his fiancée and two cats, Zelda and Abenthy.
Where to find him:
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