The heart of the Trojan War belongs to the women.
Mothers and daughters; wives and war prizes, whisper to us across time…
…remember our songs alongside the mighty men of myth.
As the Age of Heroes wanes, the gods gamble more fiercely with mortals’ lives than they ever have before. Women must rely on their inner strength and cunning to survive the wars men wage for gold and glory.
Clytemnestra of Mycenae struggles for control of her life after Agamemnon ruthlessly rips it apart. Leda of Sparta survives a brutal assault by Zeus, shouldering a terrible secret in silence. Penelope raises Ithaka’s sole heir alone, praying for Odysseus’ swift return. Thetis, the sea nymph, despairs of her son’s destiny and resorts to forbidden magic to save him. Hecuba of Troy mourns the loss of her second son to a dark prophesy. And Shavash of Pedasus prepares her daughter to marry the greatest warrior who ever lived.
In a world where love leads to war and duty leads to destruction, the iron hearts of heroines will conquer all.
Sing, Muse, sing their song of sacrifice…
Replaces Song of Princes as the first book in the Homeric Chronicles.
This novel picks up almost immediately following the disasters that concluded Elai Nelson and the Prophecy of the Child, book one of Ban’s Fire on the Clouds trilogy (Read my review of the first book here). The odds of defeating the Zul’im orcish horde are now heavily stacked against those who escaped with their lives from the fierce battle but Ariel and Elai are determined to persevere.
I love the pop culture references in this series (chapter titles like ‘At least he’s not big, purple, and wearing a golden metal glove’) and the way Ban parodies fantasy while still keeping the reader fully invested in Elai’s quest. The story is always moving forwards and will make you laugh as often as it has you on the edge of your seat. The Fire on the Clouds books are a lot of fun to read and Storm on the Sands gave me a much needed cheer-up at the end of a rough week. As with Elai Nelson and the Prophecy of the Child, I found myself torn between wanting to see how it ends and never wanting it to finish.
Elai survives by his wits and he does it so darn well, drawing on items and knowledge from Earth to trick his adversaries. In this book we discover more about his origins in Marenden and the series of events that forced him through the Rift to Earth. More fearsome enemies pursue Elai and his magical sword, Creep (who secretly aspires to be a baker—see what I mean about the humour?), desperate to keep Creep and Elai from fulfilling their quest to return the sword to its proper place. The pieces of the larger picture really start falling together as Elai Nelson and the Storm on the Sands sets the stage for the final book in the trilogy. Once again, I’m going to have a tough time waiting to read what happens next.
Book provided by the author/publisher in exchange for an honest review
Thorne cups my face in his hands. “Then let me help you in another way. Can you trust in that?”
Our shared connection returns. Thorne’s emotions flow through my soul. I soak in the feelings.
The searing pain of worry.
“Yes, Thorne.” My voice comes out rough and low. “I trust you.”
Thorne closes his eyes, and even in the dim moonlight, I can see his skin change color. Every inch of him is now colored in azure.
“You really, really are an alien.”
A small smile quirks his mouth again. “And you’re not frightened of me.”
“I should be.” In fact, I should scream and run right now, and for multiple reasons. Maybe it’s my dreams. Or the intensity of Throne’s emotions. Or something else I’m too afraid to name.
Whatever it is, I can’t help but stare at his mouth.
“Never be frightened of me, Rosa Meimifloria Archer, my glorious girl named after the drift rose.” Thorne leans in closer. His breath fans across my lips. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. And for me, my people, a kiss can connect our consciousness in special ways.” He gently moves his mouth across mine.
Black, silver, and blue light now flare across Throne’s azure skin. The same colors shine from me as well. Deep in my soul, new links form. Energies entwine. Psychological cogs connect and spin. Warmth and affection spread.
I break the kiss, breathless. The light from our skin dies down. The azure hue disappears from Thorne.
“What was that?” I ask.
“The only way I can keep you safe.” Thorne’s mouth thins to a determined line. “Although it will mean a battle with my father.”
Fresh panic streams through my veins. “Don’t do that. I’m not worth it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Meimi. You’re remarkable.”
“Why? Because I build prototypes?”
“No, because you’ve a true heart, stellar mind, and fighting spirit. I’d tear apart any number of universes for you. You may find this hard to believe, but I already have.”
Caitlin has loved fantasy from a young age. She started writing in earnest because she couldn’t find the book she needed to read.