Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Blog Tour: Sora's Quest by Theresa Sheffler - (tourwide giveaway)

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Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.
It is my pleasure to feature: 
Theresa Sheffler and Sora's Quest.

Author Bio

T. L. Shreffler lives in Los Angeles, CA. She loves diversity, fantasy, romance, iced tea, long walks, philosophy, and thrift store shopping. She recently graduated with a BA in Badass (Creative Writing) and her poetry has been published consecutively in Eclipse: A Literary Journal and The Northridge Review.

Title: Sora’s Quest

Author: Theresa Sheffler
Genre: Fantasy

Sora Fallcrest was born into Nobility. She had it all: money, maids, a fancy estate. But she never expected to be kidnapped.

Abducted from her manor, Sora is plunged into a world of magical races, arcane jewelry and forgotten lore. She finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous assassin, haunted by an even darker past. She yearns for freedom, but he won't let her go -- not when her Cat's Eye necklace is the only thing that can save his life.

But the necklace itself presents a problem. It is an ancient device from the long forgotten War of the Races, and its magic has the ability to steal souls. Can Sora learn to wield its power -- or will the power wield her? (Winner of the SKOW 2006 Best Fantasy Award)


Context: Sora has been abducted by an assassin and a group of thieves. She tries to escape....

“Don't run,” Dorian repeated to Sora, watching her in alarm.

“Why not?” she balked, already moving back to the treeline. It would be better to run, truly. Even if she was to be taken by an arrow or a knife in the back, at least she wouldn't be traveling with this lying scum. And to think, she had been warming up to him. “You killed my... Lord Fallcrest,” she grunted, her gut churning again. It was difficult to say “my father.” He had been so little a father to her, more like a distant employer or landlord. Still, the tears swelled up again, clogging her throat.

“I don't want to kill you,” Dorian said. But she suddenly noticed the knife glinting in his hand. He held it up, following her gaze, as though trying to prove his good intentions. “You're not a bad sort, Sora. You're quite spirited, for a spoiled Noble. Trust me, I'm not the one you have to be afraid of. Just don't run.”

Sora glared. His words almost won a laugh from her. “Trust you?” she choked. “Trust you? After all you just said? No bloody chance!”

“There are worse people than an honest thief,” Dorian replied earnestly. He actually looked concerned.

“You take me for a fool?” Sora demanded, almost to the treeline. Only a few more feet, and she could dash into the underbrush. “I'll report you to the nearest patrol and have you arrested! You'll be sent to the King's prisons! Murdering Nobility is as good as treason!”

“Like I said, I'm not the one you should be afraid of,” Dorian repeated. Why wasn't he following her into the forest?

“Oh? And who is that? My father's assassin?” she spat.

“Yes.” The voice came from behind her, soft and lethal.

Sora gasped.


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