I wanted you all to get a taste of The King’s Executioner, book one in the Pict King Series, so here’s a brief excerpt for you to enjoy. I will be sending a chapter out to my Book Alerts List in the next week or so. If you haven’t already subscribed and would like to, it’s a snap. Go to the top of the page and you’ll see Subscribe to Donna’s Book Alerts List.
A lone horn sounded throughout the village as the day dawned without the sun and a second horn sounded soon afterwards, letting all know that someone approached.
Cathbad took his wife’s hand. “The executioner has arrived.”
“You will do nothing that will bring you harm. I will have your word on that,” Blyth said, squeezing her husband’s hand.
“You are already tearing my heart in two. What difference would more pain matter?”
“If you lift a hand to protect me it will not only be you who suffers, but our sons as well.”
“Then remember that and tell the executioner what he wants to know.” Cathbad did not give his wife a chance to respond, he hurried her outside and down the few wood steps to see that their tribesmen had lined both sides of the lone path to the Great House in anticipation and curiosity of the executioner’s arrival.
Heads turned and necks stretched when out of the morning mist stepped a large, black wolf. His gait was slow and cautious and his fiery orange eyes roamed over each and every one there. His mouth was drawn back, his teeth bared and a continuous low growl rumbled from him as he walked down the path.
The wolf was the executioner’s constant companion and obeyed his every command. No one dared go near the animal for fear of what he would do. Some believed that only evil could tame such a vicious beast, but then many believed that only evil could torture and behead as the executioner did.
As frightening as the wolf was, he was not as half as frightening as the warrior who followed behind him. Not a sound, not even the slightest gasp was heard when the executioner came into view. Continue reading