Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Deception Peak Blog Tour with Dianne Gardner and Giveaway

Topping Amazon's Paid Best Sellers list in 
children's Sword and Sorcery

Nominated for The Endeavor Award 2012




"Within seconds, the light show vanished and Ian opened one eye. What he had experienced was not at all what he had expected. No unusual sensations fizzled through his body. He hadn't felt like he was plummeting in an elevator, or blasting through space like in a rocket ship. It didn't even feel like he might be racing down an escape chute on an airplane. No jet sounds, or hums, or buzzes, rattled in his ears."
And so young Ian Wilson enters the Realm.
The first book of a trilogy, Deception Peak is a young adult adventure fantasy about a teenager, Ian Wilson, who follows his father through a portal that magically appears on their computer screen. They travel into a deceptively beautiful Realm, where horses run free, the wind sings prophetic melodies, and their computer avatars come to life. 

But when the two are separated, Ian is abducted by a tribe of dragon worshipers and is forced to find his courage. As he struggles for his freedom and embarks on a perilous search to find his father, Ian meets the true peacekeepers of the Realm. It's then that he learns there is a greater purpose for being there.
Book 2 and 3 The Dragon Shield and Rubies and Robbers are available now!
If you enjoy dragons, sorcery, wizards, magic, legend, and fantasy adventure, than this series is for you!


Links Deception Peak Relaunch Trailer Code to embed (preferred)
Link https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=TxSIgW_OsiE



Excerpt

 

Flames shot at Ian. He stumbled over the gravel, backing away from the dragon’s fury and from the fire surrounding him. He ran, knees buckling under him and slid toward the edge of the cliff. Hands outstretched, he grasped for something secure to break his fall, a rock, a limb, or a root protruding from the rocky precipice. There was nothing. Cold air howled against his back as he lost his balance. With a scream, he woke.
Not another nightmare!
Once Ian realized where he was, he sighed, thankful he was still in his bed under the covers. The moon cast a warm glow across his blanket and illuminated the cluttered desk, his homework, and an empty soda can. The sketches of swords he’d drawn that afternoon still fluttered in the draft from the open window. Yesterday's jeans propped the closet door open, revealing dirty socks that peeked out from the dark beyond. Ian rolled over and closed his eyes, hoping the cool breeze would bring comfort.
The breeze turned into an icy wind numbing his body. Again he fell.
He plummeted past the cold jagged boulders on a dark, lonely mountain, landing on a cliff. His body rolled and bounced off the rocks. Bits of gravel stuck to his flesh; the salty taste of blood filled his mouth. Burning hair sizzled and curled before finally being snuffed out in the dirt. He tumbled off a ledge and fell again. Flinging his hands over his head to avoid the stones and rubble that were airborne with him, he plunged even farther down the mountainside.
Men dressed in deerskin with quivers on their backs, and bows in their hands ran out of a cave as he flew by. An arrow spun out of the fire, missed the dragon, flipped in the air, and when the arrowhead made contact with the ground, it planted itself deep in the snow next to him, as though it were a tombstone, the shaft vibrating with a silent lament.
A stranger lay in a snowdrift, limbs hanging loose at his side, face bruised and swollen. It was then Ian realized he wasn’t the one who had fallen, but this stranger. The man smiled at him and then blond lashes sealed his eyes shut.
A voice broke the silence. “Father!”
Ian woke again.
Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and trickled past his ears. The curtains that framed his open window ruffled like ghosts dancing in the night while the neighborhood dogs barked at the moon.
He lay there catching his breath as he did every night wishing the nightmares he’d had ever since his mother died would stop.


On the parchment of time a scene is drawn
Whispering lines taking animate form
Like pages of life its corners are turned
Again and again until lessons are learned
A breath of sweet wind and motion is given
A Realm is created; a Life is within.

About the Author

Dianne Lynn Gardner
253 851-0339


Dianne Gardner, an award winning author, is also an illustrator living in the Pacific Northwest, USA. She's an active member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, and the National League of American Pen Women.  She is author to The Ian’s Realm Saga, Tales of the Four Wizards and is currently writing a screenplay of her fourth book Cassandra’s Castle all published by PDMI publishing.

You can see more of Dianne’s work on her website http://gardnersart.com

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2 comments:

  1. Thank yo SO much for posting this Lynelle!! You are sweet!

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    1. Pleasure Dianne, wish you all the best.

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