Title: THE SEER AND THE SORCERESS
Genre: YA/Adult fantasy
Word Count: 80,000 approx.
Nine years ago, Sir Hadrian screwed up and was expelled from his order. Stripped of his title, he now survives as a common mercenary, constantly striving to right the wrongs he caused, until his latest employer deigns to use his past against him, threatening to ruin the life of an innocent eight-year-old girl.
Pursued by ruthless power-hungry sorcerers, a murderous witch and greedy treasure-seekers who will stop at nothing to get their hands on the crystal, Hadrian must escort the obnoxious spoiled teen brat Ophelia hundreds of miles across rugged terrain, and bring her safely home again. Ophelia is not a complete loss however; she has good reason to be angry at the world, and if Hadrian plays his cards right, maybe she can help him instead of languishing ever deeper into self-pity and her sense of entitlement. Ophelia’s visions allow her to pinpoint the crystal, but they also leave her weak and dangerously dehydrated afterwards, and the closer they get, the more frequent and debilitating her visions.
With their goal in sight, and Hadrian and Ophelia caught in a trap with no way out, their adversaries each make their moves. Even if our hero survives to tell the tale and returns with his charge intact, there’s no reason for his employer to honor the terms of the agreement. Lord Bresham will already have what he wants out of the deal. A few well-placed words about Hadrian’s history would certainly improve Bresham’s political standing, and the lives of one disgraced knight and his illegitimate daughter would be a very small price to pay.
“THE SEER AND THE SORCERESS” is an 85,000 word stand-alone novel with strong potential for a sequel.
As Ophelia ran through the reeds, she could hear the heavy breathing behind her – each breath more of a snort – gaining on her with every stride. What manner of inhuman creature was this? Half man, half beast, it ran upright like a man, yet its horns and its thick black body hair were anything but human.
She could almost feel its breath on the back of her neck as she ran – almost – but thankfully not quite yet. She splashed through a patch of sticky mud. Slimy gray goop splattered the hem of her dress as the mud sucked at her feet, slowing her down. But the creature was slowed more and was no longer gaining on her; its undersized hooves sinking deep into the mud. She heard a plop and mud-clods hit her in the back. Daring to glance behind her, she saw that the creature had fallen – but it would not stay down for long.
The mud sucked ever harder at her feet, slowing her pace. She stumbled, tripping over her dragging hem and dropping a knee into the mud. Thrusting her hands out in front of her, she managed to arrest her fall somewhat. But her sandal was stuck. She pulled her leg up hard, and the strap broke. She took another step and her other sandal met the same fate in the foot-deep mud. Half walking, half crawling, she groped her way through the mire towards firmer ground. The beast was back on its feet once more, growling excitedly as though it sensed the end of the chase drawing near.