QSFer N.J. Nielsen has a new MM fantasy book out: “The Gaean Prophecy.”
When their world calls for a saviour to come forth—they don’t exactly get what they ask for. Instead, they get someone better, who just happens to save the world along the way.
Jondalar needs to find out who the traitor is among his people, before they can do more harm. In bringing his son back to Gaea he may very well have doomed them all, but a war is coming, and this was the task the Goddess had given him to do.
Grayson Gellespie finds himself thrust into the role as the saviour of a world he believed was nothing but an imaginative story. What does he do when he finds out it’s real? How will he find the way to save them all? He’s also bonded to Lord Jondalar Arindad of the Elvin-Kind. They must work together to save the people he’s come to know and love.
Grayson knew he wasn’t born of this world because he could still remember his past, yet he knew with every fibre of his being that he belonged here. The world he now found himself in, and these creatures that lived here, were in his blood. At first, he hadn’t understood where he was, or how he’d gotten here–or if â€˜here’ was even real. He thought maybe everything he was experiencing was the symptom of some coma-induced dream, filled with the silent stories that his foster brother, Jarkebb, used to tell him. In the end, Grayson found it didn’t matter anymore. Here, all those characters he’d always loved and hated so much were now more than just a figment of his overactive imagination.
Here–they were real!
Grayson looked down at his wounded companion. “Let me tell you a story.”
Closing his eyes, he stroked his friend’s long red hair as his head lay in Grayson’s lap. It was matted with blood. Grayson didn’t know if it was theirs or one of their enemies–and didn’t care. He let his mind drift back to the day he woke up and found that he no longer existed.
He concentrated hard on the events that occurred just before his world had changed forever. He could almost taste the smoothness of the Baileys on the rocks, could almost feel the warmth that flowed through him as Jarkebb had wrapped his arms around him in an excited hug.
A smile touched his mouth as he recalled his other life. He didn’t want to have to think about the sound of the feet marching towards them, knowing today might very well be the day they all died.
And so, his story began.
NJ needs to write like she needs to breathe… It is an addiction that she never intends to find a cure for. When you don’t find NJ writing about the wonderful men in her stories you find her reading work by others… NJ lives in the SE of Qld, Australia with her family who all encourage her writing career even if she does occasionally call them by her character’s names… NJ thinks that anyone taking the time to read her stuff is totally awesome.