2 weeks ‘til the release of Outlaws of Avalon 2, “The Marriage of Allyn-a-Dale” (the Kindle edition of which is totally available for pre-order)! You all know what THAT means. Or maybe you don’t. I’ll tell you:
Excerpt time! Here’s a glimpse into the one of the novel’s early chapters.
At the end of his less-than-victorious march home, Allyn found an unexpected someone awaiting him outside his tent. The man stood straight and poised, legs planted apart, hands clasped loosely behind his broad back. A soldier at ease. A sentinel on watch. Allyn almost felt as if he ought to stand in line for a glimpse at whatever inside the tent apparently warranted guarding.
Knights of the Round Table being nearly as difficult to sneak upon as most Sherwood outlaws, Allyn and his visitor saw each other at more or less the same moment. With a muffled clink of the hooded mail shirt beneath his Pendraconic-crested surcoat, Sir Gawain gave a genteel bow of greeting. “Good morning, Allyn-a-Dale.”
Not really, Allyn thought, but did not say aloud. Gawain was only being polite; Allyn could do the same.
“Good morning. Have you been waiting for me long?”
“Since the final blows of the stave match, no longer. Who won, if I may ask?”
“You may, though you hardly need to.”
“Little John, then.” Gawain nodded, doubtless having expected as much. “Well, I’m sure you make him work for it. But if it is now convenient for you, I would ask that you accompany me to the Quarter. Our venerable wizard has requested your presence in his office.”
“And if it were not convenient for me?” Allyn mused.
Gawain shrugged burly shoulders. “Then I would weigh the inconvenience of coming along against that of Merlin kept waiting unduly.”
Allyn’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “Inconvenience or suicide? Merely allow me a moment to completely dress, and we can be on our way.”
“What does he want with me?” Allyn asked of his escort.
“I couldn’t say.”
Allyn slanted a look Gawain’s way. “Did he say?”
“He did not.”
“Ah. But you could have said what he’d said if he had?”
“If he’d said I should.”
“Suppose he’d said what he wanted, but then said to you that you weren’t to say what he said. Would you say he’d said that?”
Gawain took a moment to untangle the convoluted question before deciding, “Unless he said otherwise.”
“And if he’d said what he wanted without saying whether you were to say it or not?”
“Then, as you asked, I’d have told you.”
“And if I hadn’t asked?”
Gawain’s mouth quirked sideways. “Then we could have gone our entire eternity without having ever had this conversation.”
And wouldn’t that have been just the darnedest shame. So, what’s Merlin want? What game is afoot? Perhaps the book’s summary might yield a clue…
There’s more than Fey magic in the air as Avalon Faire prepares for another summer’s performance. This time the show stars Allyn-a-Dale in his role from stories of old: A minstrel with a forbidden romance in need of a little outlaw intervention. Alas, eternal life imitates art as Allyn finds himself slipping heart-first into ill-advised infatuation with an Outsider – the Robin Hood fangirl who’s landed her dream job as the Merry Minstrel’s wife.
As new love blooms, an old love festers, the scarring shadow of Allyn’s dead father threatening to devastate the young minstrel’s hard-won harmony. And elsewhere on the undying isle, the cracks of immortality are beginning to show. Caught between the mysterious meddling of Morganne le Fey and the wild schemes of Will Scarlet, it’s up to Sherwood’s outlaws to navigate past and future, legend and prophecy, treachery and passion, before Avalon is torn apart from the inside out.
Come back next week for another sneak peek! And the week after that… “Marriage” time!