Hope Rises from the Ashes

by L.F. Falconer


Book Details

A Broken Heart. A Shattered Dream.

“Wow, what a story! It had me hooked from the first page.” —Moonlight Reader “An incredible tale that makes you feel like you are in it.” —Paige Lovitt, Readers’ Favorite Fearing a lifetime of heartbreak and shame, Collie attempts to escape the haunting memories of the worst night of her young life. After leaving her homeland of Donnel to seek refuge in the Tillaman Realm beyond the eastern mountains, disaster strikes on the road. Left destitute and responsible for the care of a catatonic child Collie makes a pact for shelter with Morgan of Sark and soon finds herself hopelessly entangled in a dangerous web of possession and jealousy. She must wait for the winter snows to recede in order to break free. Yet when the spring thaw arrives, the past comes back to claim her. Book Two of Collie Tinker’s journey of self-discovery, Hope Rises from the Ashes proves the resiliency of spirit amid heartbreak, excitement, and terror. Not recommended for young readers.


Book Excerpt

(The following is from chapter 5, when Collie attempts to protect a young orphan from the theft of his father's property.) When we enter the tower house, Morgan is leaning a broad shoulder up against the stone wall by the bailey's iron door, lazily picking at his fingernails. Again, I catch myself quietly fancying his appearance, enhanced by wind-mussed hair and dusty leather. Dannon rests his backside against the table, arms crossed. And Kestra is pacing near a turret doorway, his shuffling footsteps sweeping the stone floor. No one is speaking, but all scowl, looking at me as I walk in as if I'm carrying the pox or something. My puckered belly's full of butterflies as I lead Natt to the center of the room. There's dust upon the two brothers' leather boots, their shirts damp with sweat. Apparently Kestra wasted no time with the two men's return, wanting the salt back. I glance back at Thoren who looks over to Morgan as he makes his way into the room. Dannon doesn't even bother standing up, just keeps resting his backside against the table, arms folded across his broad chest. His wrists are bound with leather cuffs, like Morgan's, though his only sport the red chevron of the Tillaman monarch...Gray eyes are sharp...His mustache keeps motion with his lips...There's no denying Dannon can be an intimidating man. A man who knows how to be in charge and stay there. A man feared even by his own brother, and one certainly feared by me.


About the Author

L.F. Falconer

American author L.F. Falconer specializes in fiction that explores the darker side of human nature. Her work has often been featured in Weirdbook Magazine, and her novel, The Vagabond’s Son: Prelude to a Legacy, was awarded Epic Fantasy Finalist in Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards, 2015. For more information, visit: www.lffalconer.com

Also by L.F. Falconer

Hope Flies on Broken Wings
Exit Strategy
Through A Broken Window
The Vagabond's Son
The Legacy of Skur
The Legacy of Skur
A Debt of Survival