Author: Clare Davidson
Genre: YA Fantasy
'Trinity', released July 2012, is Clare Davidson's debut novel. It is an epic fantasy, targeted at young adult readers, with strong crossover appeal into the adult market.
Kiana longs to walk through a forest and feel grass between her toes. But she is the living embodiment of a goddess and has enemies who wish to murder her. Her death will curse the whole of Gettryne. Locked away for protection, she dreams of freedom.
Her wish comes true in the worst possible way, when her home and defenders are destroyed.
Along with an inexperienced guard and a hunted outcast, Kiana flees the ravages of battle to search for a solution to the madness that has gripped Gettryne for a thousand years. Pursued by the vicious and unrelenting Wolves, their journey will take them far beyond their limits, to a secret that will shake the world.
Clare Davidson is a character driven fantasy writer, teacher and mother, from the UK. Clare was born in Northampton and lived in Malaysia for four and a half years as a child, before returning to the UK to settle in Leeds with her family. Whilst attending Lancaster University, Clare met her future husband and never left. They now share their lives with their young daughter and a cranky grey cat, called Ash. Clare juggles family life with writing, teaching and a variety of fibre craft hobbies.
Skaric looked round. Nidan was chewing on a strip of dark meat.
“Do you want some?”
Skaric’s stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten anything since setting out on patrol with Berend. He shook his head.
“It’s food, not poison.”
Skaric narrowed his eyes. “You got it from the Wolves’ provisions?”
“Six men, travelling light. There won’t be much left. Save it for yourselves.”
He watched as Nidan continued to eat the meat. It didn’t matter that he knew the meat would be too chewy and too salty; just looking at food made his stomach hurt and his mouth water.
Skaric tried to take his mind off hunger by sizing up the Guardian. Nidan was shorter than him but much stronger. If it came to a fight, Skaric would lose. But the Guardian was injured, whilst the worst of Skaric’s wounds—his side, hand and leg—had been healed the night before as a result of Kiana’s bizarre sense of compassion.
Nidan had bandaged his own wounds using supplies from the Wolves’ packs, but they were sloppy and didn’t apply enough pressure. The wounds would get dirty and fester if the Guardian wasn’t careful. Skaric bit his lower lip and looked away. He didn’t care if the Guardian lived or died. It wasn’t his problem.
“Was it easy for you? Killing your own kin? Did you even know the name of the man whose skull you bashed in?” Nidan said.
Skaric stared at the forest floor. “You didn’t think twice about killing them.”
“They were my enemy. But your kin.” Nidan’s voice was cold.
Skaric shut his eyes tightly. “Dirk,” he said quietly. “His name was Dirk.” He recalled the faces of the pack. One by one, he fitted names to them. “Dirk. Erich. Jurgen. Bernt. Konrad. Rikert.” Skaric choked on each word as his stomach tightened into knots.
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