Author Interview Series: Suzanna J. Linton

Author Interview with Suzanna J. Linton By Shannon Leigh Rivera   Instead of my regular Friday Fantasy release, I wanted to do an interview post with my friend and fellow writer, Suzanna J. Linton. A few months ago I was running solicitations for guest writers for my site. Suzanna had contacted me asking for more …

Forlorn Part IV

Saoirse woke to the smell of wet dog as Ardal nudged his cold nose in the crux of her neck and then licked her face. “Get off, get off…” Saoirse muttered as she pushed the fluffy bulk of Ardal away. He whimpered and stumbled and she sighed at the sound. Her head was pounding from …

The Jewel of Rajai Part IV

The Jewel of Rajai Part IVWe left behind the temple after three days and made our way, without incident to the coast city of Lumar where we arrived to great fanfare. There was a festival being held in our honor, but we did not attend. Instead, Rahmi ordered that we would set to sea three days …

The Jewel of Rajai- Part III

Once we had left the gates of the palace, the carriages were stopped and I was whisked away to my own separate travel coach. We were to travel separately in case of attack but also to keep us from doing anything untoward until our official wedding ceremony before the Rajaian High Priestess. When I stepped …

Forlorn- Part II

Down through the well-worn mountain paths, Saoirse picked through patches of wild autumn flowers scouring for herbs and seeds and whatever else she could find in the heavy mist. Ardal wandered close by and searched under fallen logs and rocky outcroppings for game to chase.  The sun was a faint glimmer in the sky, barely …

Forlorn – Part I

The Darkwood Forest was heavy with mist rolling in off the Highland moors. Tendrils grey as smoke curled over the tops of trees, settling down into their boughs like an army of ghostly apparitions.  Cool autumn winds couldn’t lift the unnatural fog once it settled; rather they pushed the mists further down into the glen.  As Saoirse …

The Jewel of Rajai- Part I

The guard’s dark brown eyes flitted between the formal invitation, its gold-trim sparkling in the mid-morning sunlight, and my cleavage, which had been powdered with flecks of gold. The dress I had picked out was long and eloquent, a mix of light pink silk and sheer lace. Pearl strands replaced fabric sleeves and matched the …