Fiskur
by Donna Migliaccio
November7,
2017
Fantasy
The
Gemeta Stone Book 2
Fiery
Seas Publishing, LLC
With
his family's talisman in his possession, Kristan Gemeta is ready to face the
Wichelord Daazna – but he has no inkling of the scope of Daazna's power, nor
the depths of his hatred.
With
the recovery of his family's protective talisman, Kristan Gemeta has found
hope, courage – and perhaps even the first stirrings of love. With the
aid of Heather Demitt, her band of rebels, a shipload of Northern brigands and
the legendary Kentavron, he readies himself to face the Wichelord
Daazna. But neither he nor his comrades realize the strength of Daazna's
power and hatred. The Wichelord's first blow comes from a direction Kristan
least expects, with horrific, lasting consequences.
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Excerpt from
FISKUR: Book Two of The Gemeta Stone
Chapter Four
Some of the color
had drained from Kristan’s face, but he shook his head again. Daazna stepped to
the door and threw it open. His commander, together with a cluster of soldiers,
still waited in the hallway. “Come here, and bring two guards,” Daazna said,
and stepped aside to let the three men come into the room. “See this pretty
lad, gentlemen? This is Kristan Gemeta, the heir of Fandrall. I was told he was
a weak, fainting little coward, yet somehow he’s eluded us for years, and now,
rather than take the soft sentence of joining the Lost Men, he’s elected to
taste Gomon’s whip. Take him downstairs, tell Gomon to give him ten strokes,
and when it’s done, let me know. I’ll be in my chambers.” He chucked Kristan
mockingly under the chin. “Courage, Gemeta. Don’t faint when you see Gomon’s
whip.”
“I know you didn’t take it,” Kristan said.
Daazna’s heart gave a great heave, and then seemed to stop
beating entirely. “What?”
“The blue glass ball. I know you didn’t take it.”
A flush of shame and rage crawled up Daazna’s face, as if once
again, he stood humiliated before Fandrall’s court, clutching the coin that
symbolized Robert Gemeta’s pity. “Simeon said I did,” he said. His voice was no
more than a croak. “Your father believed I did. Everyone in the castle thought
I was a thief.”
“You were done an injustice,” Kristan said. “And for that I’m sorry.”
Daazna slapped Kristan so hard that only the guards’ grip kept
the young man from falling. “How dare you?” he hissed. “How dare you pity me? I
am the Wichelord. I killed your father and took your crown and destroyed your
kingdom, and I’ll grind you to paste before I’m done with you.” He spun to the
commander. “Tell Gomon to give him fifteen strokes. Now get him out of my
sight.”
About the Author:
Donna Migliaccio is a professional stage actress with credits that include Broadway, National Tours and prominent regional theatres. She is based in the Washington, DC Metro area, where she co-founded Tony award-winning Signature Theatre and is in demand as an entertainer, teacher and public speaker. Her award-winning short story, "Yaa & The Coffins," was featured in Thinkerbeat's 2015 anthology The Art of Losing.
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