I hope you’re having fun so far. If not, I have a treat for you to spice up your day.
I’ve teamed up with Indie B.R.A.G. and other B.R.A.G. medallion authors to give you a chance to enter for a $50 Amazon gift card! Readers who comment here on my game will also be entered for a chance to win an eBook copy of the Young Adult fantasy book, The Dragons’s Chosen.
First, let’s go over the rules:
- To enter for the $50 giveaway, click on the indieBRAG website starting April 1st, and comment to enter your chance to win a $50.00 Amazon Gift Card!
- Visit each author’s websites, and comment on their post to enter a chance to win a copy of their book.
- The winner will for the Amazon prize will be announced on the indieBRAG website on April 5th. And each author will announce the winner for their giveaways on their sites at the date they choose.
- You must be 18 years or older to participate in the prize & giveaway.
- Giveaway is open internationally.
- The winner has 48 hours to claim prize and giveaway or a new winner is chosen.
To play, leave me a comment on this blog post on whether or not you think the following scene is a real one from The Dragon’s Chosen or if I’m playing an April Fool’s joke on you. That’s it! I’ll come back soon to let you know whether this scene is really from The Dragons’Chosen or not.
The tower had windows, dark and dusty, facing three directions with heavy drapes hanging from high brass rods. Southward, a road curved past a derelict mansion, about two stones’ throw away. Swallows dipped and dove, through the mansion’s broken windows, pigeons roosted in the eaves and red squirrels scurried in and out through the open doors. Beyond that the road meandered through brambly fields and heath covered hills before disappearing into a forest.
I paced back and forth between the panels. Each had murals painted in soft pastels. From my balcony they looked like happy pastoral scenes of a lass and lad. Different couples in each of six panels. But on closer examination each mural showed a fearful thing. In one the tall reeds in a bucolic pond had eyes. In the next, taloned hands reached out from an ancient sycamore and grasped the ankles of one couple. Within each panel, something lurked, and within each panel, the happy smiles of the couple were offset by the despair in their eyes. I cringed whenever I looked upon them.
What do you think? Real, or fake? Let me know in the comments.
INDIEBRAG BLOG HOP PRIZE & GIVEAWAY