Do heroes always know they’re heroes? In my new release, Lord of Sherwood: The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy Book Three, Curlew Champion thinks of himself as an average man. He knows that one day he will take his place in the magical Triad destined to uphold the sanctity of Sherwood Forest as have his ancestors before him, right back to his great-grandfather, Robin Hood. But as this excerpt shows, he believes his cousin and fellow Triad-member, Heron Scarlet, is the one with the true promise:
Curlew knew himself to be dull and ordinary compared with Heron’s brilliance. Aye, he had caught glimpses of his own reflection in pools and in the village pond—he had even seen himself, quite startlingly, in the fire once whilst Heron sat in a trance. A blend of both his parents, he had his father’s height and gray eyes and his mother’s deep brown hair. Folk said he had her grace as well, but what was that worth? He cared far more that he had inherited both his
Grandfather
Sparrow’s and his great-grandfather Robin’s skill with the bow. Aye, that was a
talent to have, and he rarely missed a target.
Blurb:
Anwyn Montfort has fled disgrace in Shrewsbury and come to
Nottingham at her father’s bidding. He
wishes her to make a good marriage and settle down. But the wildness that possesses her refuses
to quiet. She knows she’s been searching
for something all her life, but not until she glimpses Curlew does her spirit
begin to hope it has found its home.
Only the magic of Sherwood can bring them together, and only
their union can complete the spell woven so long ago …
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