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Raven Storm
Fear walks with those in power.
Divided, the land of Chem hangs in the balance. In the west the Ravens seek to bring safety to women, and an end to slavery. In the east the remaining covens cling to their power, refusing to give up their way of life to foreign invaders. Across both lands the priests whisper and plot, their gods a shadowy threat hanging over them all.
To protect their young family, Kesta and Jorrun have made their home in the Raven Tower of Elden. Unable to abandon their responsibility or friends, they remain embroiled in the fight to the north. Whilst peace and friendship blossom between the Fulmers, Borrows and Elden, the arrival of strangers turns the court of Taurmaline upside down. 

The history of the Fire-walkers is about to catch up with them, and the Fire-spirit’s truth will be revealed.
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In this extract the Raven Scouts Catya and Cassien are making their way back from a mission with urgent news.

Catya plaited back her hair again and smeared ashes across her cheeks and around her eyes in Borrow raider fashion, masking her pale skin and making the round shape of her face less obvious. Cassien had changed into a green tunic, its hood up, although it didn’t hide his disapproving looks. He hated that she loved the culture of the Borrows best of all the lands she’d apprenticed in. Not surprisingly, he favoured the Fulmers.
‘Thirty-seven,’ he whispered. ‘But there’s no way of knowing how many are inside the buildings.’
Catya gave a distracted nod, her eyes following the men below. ‘I concur. They obviously don’t expect us to attack anytime soon, it would only take a small force to wipe out that post, a couple of magic wielders could do it.’
‘It’s not the way the Ravens work.’
‘Precisely.’ She jabbed him in the arm with one finger. ‘It’s time we changed how we work. Osun’s plan may have gained us a foothold and taken the west, but the same thing won’t work anymore.’ She had to refrain from rolling her eyes when she saw his jaw tighten; Cassien couldn’t bear for anyone to criticise his hero, Osun.
He crawled back a little way. ‘Come on, we should get into position to cross.’
Catya lingered a moment longer, watching as the Chemman guards sauntered about the village they’d commandeered. Her nostrils flared a little, her heart beating strongly. She would have loved to go down there and take out as many as possible, just to test herself. She wondered how many she could get on her own before being discovered.
‘Cat!’ Cassien hissed.
With a huff, she edged back and followed him to where they’d left the horses.
It was pitch-black when they reached the point they’d chosen to make their crossing. A long, narrow copse ran along the path of a stream that fed into the wider river. They’d already stowed their gear carefully to avoid losing it in the wild water.
The horses weren’t going to like it.
They edged them into the stream where the bank was shallow, and Catya winced at the splashing they made. Her horse snorted as the water deepened and tugged at the reins.
‘It’s okay.’ She leaned forward, rubbing its neck.
She urged it towards the water, and it blew out air loudly as they hit the current of the faster river, its eyes rolling as its hooves found only water instead of ground.
‘Go on, it’s not far,’ Catya reassured it, shifting her position in the saddle to help it swim more easily. There was a loud splash as Cassien’s horse followed. They were out in the open now and she peered at the bank ahead, before twisting to watch behind them. Cassien’s eyes were bright, almost the same colour as the moon that caught in them. She gritted her teeth and turned back to the far shore, pushing aside any weak sentimentality. Caring about people was how you got hurt, it made you vulnerable, just as Osun’s death had weakened Cass; and Jorrun.
Her horse’s hooves touched ground and it surged forward, its muscles bunching beneath her. She didn’t wait for Cassien but headed straight for cover.
Something moved. The glint of metal.
She threw herself from the saddle as an arrow came whining out of the trees, rolling as she hit the ground and coming up onto her feet in a crouch with one of her daggers drawn. Her horse gave a scream and thundered away into the darkness. Cassien’s horse followed; without a rider.

Author Bio – I often get asked when I knew I was a writer; the answer is always. A writer is what I am, it's in my soul. There have been times in my life when I couldn't write, and times when my writing has been the only thing that kept me going. I think I always longed for something deeper from life, something more meaningful, and I found it in my imagination and in the music of words.
It was poetry which first caught my attention, and whilst my younger cousins called for ghost stories it was animals I first wrote of. I think I gravitated toward fantasy because of the freedom it gives, I could create my own worlds and decide my own rules. My Wind's Children trilogy was born from an image that came to me whilst daydreaming, of a young man sitting alone below a bridge. I didn't know who he was; it turns out neither did he, but we found out together.
I'm now working on my seventh book and love writing more than ever, it's an addiction, an obsession, but one I now share with my wonderful writing family. My beta readers, my editor, and you, my readers, having you with me on my journey means the world to me.
I write as much as I can around work, but I also try to squeeze in a ridiculous amount of hobbies! I'm a wildlife photographer and do a little archery. I paint, sculpt with clay, withies and driftwood, preferring to be outdoors if I can. I still have a love for the theatre, having started out in life studying backstage crafts, and a great love for language. I speak a little French, Romanian and Italian, ma non molto bene!

Thanks for reading this. If you read any of my books and love them, please come say hello and tell me, you'd be surprised at how much that means to an author.
Take care of yourself.
Em x

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