Matthew
will be awarding a Reaper “Dracula” Miniature from the Dark Heaven
Legends line to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US only).

http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/04/virtual-blurb-blitz-tour-drasmyr-by.html

 

Blurb

We vampires do not make easy prey. Our
weaknesses are few, our strengths many. Fear is something we do not know, and
death but a distant memory. So tread softly, pray to your god, and gird
yourself with silver when the moons arise and night’s dark prince awakens. We
fear not the wizard, nor the warrior, neither rogue, nor priest; our strength
is timeless, drawn from darkness and we know no master save the hot lust of our
unending hunger. We long for blood, your blood and no blade, nor spell, nor clever
artifice, can keep us long from our prize. Feel our teeth at your throat, your
life ebb from you, and know as darkness comes to claim you that the price of
your folly is your everlasting soul.

In Drisdak, the city on the Sea of Sorrows, the citizens have much to dread.
Unease and foreboding have always been associated with the local wizards guild;
peasants have an innate distrust of magic and those who use it. But now,
something else is on the rise. A mysterious fire at the guild has left two men
dead and a third missing. A small matter, you say? Well, one of those men was
the guild master, and his successor wants to know what happened to him. Enter
Coragan of Esperia, the renowned bounty hunter. If anyone can unravel this mess
he can. But is even he prepared to challenge the horrible evil that lurks at
the heart of the mystery? An ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr.

 

Excerpt

There’s
a woman in chain mail standing across the room from me; her sword is leveled at
my chest. I can smell the enchantment on the blade, it’s a strong one; maybe
even strong enough to cause me harm. Still, I’m not too concerned; it’s at
least a ten foot lunge and I know I move faster than she does. Indeed, she’s
the one who is looking worried. My display of strength and the death of her
comrade have shaken her resolve.           

She’s
got a pretty face, flushed with excitement but strong and in control. It is her
neck that really draws me, though, so soft and inviting, filled with the warm
blood I desire. The curve of her flesh glistens, waiting for a well-placed
gentle kiss.

She’s
breathing rapidly now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her trek up through the
castle has sapped much of her strength. And the fear she feels is naked in her
eyes. Now, she’s getting ready to pounce, just a little too much tension in her
stance, her eyes just a little too focused. She couldn’t give me more warning
if she were to ask my permission first.           

She
moves in with remarkable speed, her blade striking out like a serpent’s tongue.
Even winded, she still manages to cut my cape, then prances away with her back
toward the wall, ready for anything. Anything, except me.

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Author
Bio and Links

Matthew
D. Ryan is a published author living in upstate New York on the shores of Lake
Champlain. He has a background in philosophy, mathematics, and computer
science. He also has a black belt in the martial arts and studies yoga. He has
been deeply involved in the fantasy genre for most of his life as a reader,
writer, and game designer. He believes he saw the legendary Lake Champlain
Monster (a.k.a Champy) once and he has a cat named Confucius.

 

Contact

Matthew
D. Ryan

Author
of Drasmyr: Check
Out My Blog: email:
mryan_author@yahoo.com

Links

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D. Ryan can be found on the Internet at the following sites:

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