The first books that I’ve read this year 2016 was Elise Kova’s Air Awaken series and I must say that I loved it, everything about it! So I was glad when the author contacted me if I could participate in a little teaser POV’s for the 3rd book, Earth’s End, so everyone could finally have a little sneak peek to what is going to happen in the third book. I know, you’ve been dying to read Earth’s End, I also can’t wait for it to be released. So when I read her message I instantly said YES!!
What Is Tales from the Front?
Tales from the Front is a series of notes, alternate POV chapters, and other teasers that take place from just before the end of Fire Falling (Air Awakens, #2) to the beginning of Earth’s End (Air Awakens, #3). They are being sent out at random with the idea that bloggers and readers can ban together to put the puzzle pieces together to find out a different side to the story and uncover truths about the characters.
Please, everyone, spread this like wildfire! Bloggers and readers are invited to re-post information so long as they link back to the individual who posted it originally. In fact, this is generally encouraged, as it’ll help connect all the pieces! You never know who will be receiving information and when. Here we go!
Protected: Tales From the Front 08
Every morning, Fritz woke up and told himself he wouldn’t cry. Every morning, Fritz lied to himself.
Larel was dead and Vhalla was gone. Well, Vhalla wasn’t gone. He knew she was somewhere close. She was still owned by the crown and the Emperor wasn’t going to let her out of his sight. And, if not the Emperor, the crown prince certainly wouldn’t.
Then again, it seemed Aldrik already had.
Fritz walked up to the crown prince’s tent immediately following the day’s march with determination. He’d finally managed to catch the eyes of the woman who rode under the black hood at the crown prince’s side and it was certainly not Vhalla. Fritz rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, taking a deep breath.
“Prince Aldrik,” he announced from the doorway. The man’s eyes darted up from the short table at which he sat in momentary surprise. Eyes that Fritz had been raised to fear and respect narrowed at him. “I request a moment.”
“You?” The prince’s mouth pressed into a thin line.
“Yes.” Fritz was terrified. But he would not be ignored, not when it came to his Vhal. He boldly entered the prince’s tent without invitation. “I have questions.”
Aldrik leaned back and straightened. Somehow, even sitting, the man could command a presence as though he was twice Fritz’s height. “You think you can make demands of me?”
“No,” Fritz wavered. “No, yes. Yes I can. I am. I will. I want to know where Vhal is.”
“I owe you nothing.” Fritz was actually surprised that he hadn’t burst into flames with the way the prince was looking at him then.
“I can help you.” He tried a different approach that quickly failed.
“You?” Aldrik scoffed, telling Fritz exactly where he stood in the prince’s eyes.
“Then. . . Then tell me where Vhal is or I’ll tell everyone that the girl at your side isn’t her.”
The prince considered this for a long moment before speaking slowly, “Let us say, I do not tell you. You leave here and tell the men that their suspicion of the girl at my side being the Windwalker isn’t true. And, let us say, they believe you.” The prince finally stood, as if unfurling himself like a sailcloth made of shadow. He folded his hands at the small of his back, staring down at Fritz. “What would that achieve other than endangering the woman who you claim to be so fond of?”
Fritz opened and closed his mouth. The boldness that had possessed him vanished before the Fire Lord and he struggled to summon again the strength that had consumed him enough to put him in the tent in the first place.
“Fritznangle.” The prince crossed the distance between them, staring down his nose at him. For all Fritz loved Vhalla, he struggled to see what the girl saw in the overbearing and ruthless man. “To threaten me is idiotic.” His voice dropped to an ominous whisper. “To threaten, no, to even suggest something that would harm her in my presence, is suicidal.”
Fritz swallowed his discomfort. The prince no longer seemed to loom above him, to stand apart. Suddenly, he was a man, a man not unlike Fritz himself. They no longer stood on opposite sides of a ring as opponents, but were on the same team. The tension in his shoulders that Fritz had seen as agitation, could also be interpreted as fear. Passion and anger sparked a similar tension in the eyes.
“What can I do to protect her?” Fritz whispered.
Aldrik’s eyes raked over him, as if searching every corner of Fritz’s soul, corners that Fritz didn’t even know existed.
“Let me help you, Aldrik.”
The prince’s eye twitched at Fritz’s bold lack of title. But it felt right. This was the man Vhal had chosen and Fritz loved Vhalla like he would one of his sisters. If Vhalla had chosen the prince, then Fritz would as well.
Aldrik opened his mouth to give what promised to be a verbal thrashing, judging by his expression, when his attention shifted. In the tent’s entry stood one of the women in question, the doppelganger. The girl’s eyes were all wrong. She looked like a doll, primed into beauty rather than the unpolished nature of Vhalla.
“You summoned me, my lord?” The doppelganger shifted slightly in a way the real Vhalla never would around Aldrik.
Fritz smiled tiredly. He’d been hurting, thinking himself alone and now he stared at someone in much the same position. As a pretend Vhalla Yarl, this woman couldn’t associate with anyone she once had.
With a nod to the prince, Fritz headed out, resting his palm on the woman’s shoulder as he left. “Don’t be so nervous, Vhalla. The crown prince is your ally.”
“I want a place you hardly dare to even whisper. I want the bravery to not only read, but to do. I want a man, not a library boy. A man who is tall and witty and knows more about the world than you would ever dare dream.”
― Elise Kova,
“There was something severed and rough about her, something tainted and, yet, at the same time those jagged pieces were the makings of something fearsome. She’d wanted to become someone the Senate would fear, why not shatter the sky?”
― Elise Kova,
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A woman awoken in air, a soldier forged by fire, a weapon risen from blood.
Vhalla Yarl has made it to the warfront in the North. Forged by blood and fire, she has steeled her heart for the final battle of the Solaris Empire’s conquest. The choices before Vhalla are no longer servitude or freedom, they are servitude or death. The stakes have never been higher as the Emperor maintains his iron grip on her fate, holding everything Vhalla still has left to lose in the balance.
Book Three of the Air Awakens Series
If you haven’t read this series yet I suggest you go to your nearest bookstore or order it online! This series will probably make my favorite books for this year.
If you have read Air Awakens & Fire Falling, what were your thoughts? Your favorite OTP? Prince Aldrik or Prince Baldair? Daniel or Craig?