OWS Ink Presents: David Wiley
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We are excited to announce the debut of David Wiley’s novella, his first solo manuscript, which is on schedule for release this coming Friday, April 28. We are so excited in fact, we will be celebrating with a release party on Facebook April 28-29. Come join in the fun and win some great books to add to your collection!
The purpose of this post today is to dangle some teasers about David and his story in front of you. Let’s begin, shall we?
Title: A Merchant in Oria
Genre: High Fantasy
Release Date: April 28, 2017
Firion is a young merchant descended from generations of merchants. His first big break comes along when he sets out to trade with the wealthy dwarven kingdom of Oria. He has always dreamed of visiting this grand kingdom, having heard his father describe it in detail a hundred times while he was younger. But when Firion arrives in Oria, he is jarred by the details present that contradict with the image etched into his mind. Something dark and sinister seems to be afoot in Oria, but Firion knows he is no hero. He is just a simple merchant, and what can an ordinary person do in the face of danger and deception?
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Enjoy this excerpt:
The door opened and a stout dwarf stood in the door frame. Thick black hair hung below his shoulders and his beard dangled over his belly. Muscles bulged beneath a beige cloth tunic and calloused hands clenched into meaty fists. Firion stammered slightly, squirming under the intense glare of the dwarf.
“Um, excuse me sir—” Firion said. Before he could continue, the dwarf slammed a fist into his jaw and sent him toppling backwards onto the soot-covered ground. Tiny clouds of grey-black mist swirled with the bursts of wind created upon his impact and he fought back the urge to sneeze.
“I’m not a sir,” the dwarf said, spitting on him before she slammed the door shut.
Firion laid on his back in a cloud of soot, rubbing his jaw to ease the pain. He had always assumed the rumors of dwarven women looking like men were false, but his aching jaw provided compelling evidence that it had, in fact, been a woman he had upset. He wondered how long it took to get used to the idea of kissing a woman with a full beard. Muttering a curse, he pulled himself to his feet, dusting the soot off his clothes and skin as best as he could. There was no choice but to continue farther down the road…
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