Colour
Wielders
Heirs of the Magykal Realm Series Book One
Dawna Raver
Book Description:
Behind the Faerying Mysts, hidden from Mortal eyes, is a
land where Gods, creatures of myth and legend dwell. And in the Mortal Realm,
their Princess lives.
Quinn Sinclair is clueless to who she is. She thinks she's
an ordinary young woman—well, mostly ordinary—living an ordinary life with her
less than loving mother in Conifer, Colorado. On the night of her birthday,
Quinn finds herself betrayed by a man who sends her life spinning
out-of-control.
As she struggles to pick up the pieces, a vision of a man
with haunting tourmaline-blue eyes begs her for help, and she finds herself
transported into a Magykal battle forever changing her life.
Arik
Morgaine—Demigod bad boy and outcast of the Magykal Realm—tried to avoid
contact with Princess Quinn Sinclair for eighteen years, not wanting to make
good on an old threat. But the fates have other plans. Arik can no longer deny
his growing desire for Quinn, or the need to protect her from those wanting to
control her burgeoning powers. Can the two of them come together and save the
Magykal Realm from being destroyed by the Darkest of Magyks, or will powers
beyond their control destroy them and their world forever?
Dawna Raver is an author of
paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Colour Wielders, book one of the Heirs of
the Magykal Realm series, is her debut novel. When she's not spending time in
her fantasy world, Dawna loves football, reading, and pretending she's a top
chef in the kitchen. Oh, and fawning over her dogs and husband, sometimes in
that order.
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Colour
Wielders Quotes
"You have the Sight. I guess some
might call that magic.
"Forever is a long time. But I could
do it with you."
There are so many things I
would explain if I could. I would tell you we are the Colour Wielders; a people
of Magyk.
A war is coming. One bigger and more frightening than the likes we
have seen before. Do you not feel it? Choose with a clear head and an even
clearer heart.
…
emotionally, she felt like she was on a Tilt-A-Whirl. Each time she adjusted to
spinning in one direction, the trajectory switched, sending her whirling in a
different one. Somehow, her life turned into the Magical Mystery Tour. Funny,
she didn't recall buying a ticket.
Interview with Arik
Morgaine
Dawna Raver: Hi Arik. Long time no see.
(He says the word Mortal with a sneer as he leans forward,
staring me down. His Irish/Swedish accent sends shivers across my skin.)
(I stare right back at him. Gorgeous Demigod or not, I
refuse to be intimated.)
Arik Morgaine: (He sighs.) Things are going down. Unexpected
things. Things that shouldn't be happening.
Dawna Raver: Oh you mean like the Changeling coming back?
(Arik stiffens at the mention of the Changeling.)
Arik Morgaine: How do you know about that?
Dawna Raver: (I smile.) I have my ways.
(Considering me, he rubs his chin with hand, and one, long
finger brushes over the sexy cleft in his chin.)
Arik Morgaine: The Establishment, I expect.
Dawna Raver: No, not the Establishment. But I did speak with King Finn
Bheara the other day. He sends his love.
Arik Morgaine: Ha! I'm sure. There's no love lost there. I refuse to bow
to him and his two cronies until they come clean. Admit to what's going on
under their noses.
Dawna Raver: One of those cronies is your father, Týr, the infamous War God?
Arik Morgaine:
Yeah. And your point?
Dawna Raver: No
point. So, have you heard from your mother, Mor—?
(He stands abruptly, and scowls down at me.)
Arik Morgaine:
Do. Not. Say. Her. Name.
(I hold up my hands and look around nervously. Arik sits
back down.)
Dawna Raver: Oh, okay. Um, are you afraid she might hear us?
Arik Morgaine: No. I'd just like to go a day without being reminded of
who my mother is. Thankfully, I favor my father.
Dawna Raver: Well, except for your widow's peak.
(He runs his hand through his hair, and grimaces.)
Arik Morgaine: Yeah. Are we about done here? I have places to be, things
to do.
Dawna Raver: Sure. Just one more question. Have you heard anything about
the Princess? Checked up on her? I hear your old friend Devin MacGregor is staying at her house.
Arik Morgaine: She is less than nothing to me,
and he more so. This interview is over.
(He growls and waves his hand,
disappearing from sight. I suck in a surprised breath.)
Dawna Raver: Was it something I said? Darn. I
wanted to ask him about his Colours. Well, maybe next time.
I pull out a bottle of tequila
and pour myself a shot. I'd hoped to do one with Arik, but he was kind of
grumpy. Seriously, he has a lot on his plate to deal with. His mother alone is
scary enough. No wonder he's grumpy. Oh, and don't ask me to name her. Because
she might be listening, and I don't want to incur her wrath.
I take the shot then go in search
of Quinn Sinclair. Hopefully, she's in a much better mood.
Interview with Quinn Sinclair
I walk in and sit down, taking in the women before me.
She's very pretty, but I have a sense future changes will make her a real
beauty. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair as if she rather be doing
anything than talking to me. She smiles when she sees me, and I can't help but
be taken in by her bright, purple-tanzanite eyes.
They're stunning.)
Dawna
Raver: Hi Quinn. Thanks for joining me. I understand you've had a rough go of
it recently.
Quinn
Sinclair: Yeah. (She winces and nervously plays with her long, auburn hair.)
Kind of.
Dawna
Raver: Sorry about your birthday.
(She laughs, but it doesn't reach her eyes. For a split second, they turn jade in color. I take a quick
breath and try to hide my reaction. I wonder if she knows her eyes can change
color? I quickly change subjects.)
Dawna Raver: I understand
when you got home your mother was missing? Any word on her whereabouts?
Quinn
Sinclair: No. (She sighs, resigned.)
Mother will show up whens she ready—or she won't.
Whatever.
Dawna
Raver: So, I understand your brother Iain is home from the Army. You must be
trilled.
Quinn
Sinclair: (She perks up at this.)
Yes, I'm very excited. It's nice to have Iain home.
Dawna
Raver: And he's brought a friend, Devin MacGregor?
Quinn
Sinclair: (She blushes and toys with the gold signet ring on her finger.)
Yeah. He's … nice.
(Her smile dips into a quick frown then back to a smile.) Yeah, nice.
(Having met Devin MacGregor, I understand her reticence.
He's a man of power. Extreme power.)
Dawna
Raver: You like him, don't you?
Quinn
Sinclair: Sure. What's not to like.
Dawna
Raver: But?
Quinn
Sinclair: But nothing. You know, things are kind of crazy right now. Weird
things keep happening. (She leans in and whispers.) I think I might have
some kind of magic. I see these really weird colors around Devin. I think he
has magic too.
Dawna
Raver: Like Thaene?
Quinn Sinclair:
(She vehemently shakes her head.) No. Not like Thaene. How do you know
about Thaene and magic anyway? (Her eyes narrow.)
Dawna Raver:
I'm afraid most people know about Thaene or they soon will.
(Her eyes flash jade again. I try not to react so she doesn't. I
happen to know about her Magyk and have no desire to experience it first hand.)
Quinn Sinclair:
Great! I really wanted the whole world to know about my disastrous birthday.
This is effing perfect.
Quinn stands up
and straightens the skirt of her black dress.
Dawna
Raver: Are you leaving? So soon? (I hold up the bottle of tequila.) I
have tequila.
She waves me off and strolls out of the room, she her
shoulders a little slumped. I hear her mumble something under her breath, but I
can't quite make it out. Something about me and a cow?
Sighing, I pour myself another shot and down it. I seem to
have a knack for pissing people off. Oh well. I can always get my revenge in
book two.
Thank you so much Dawna for being on my blog and I can't wait to read Colour Wielders!
-Brenda Franklin-
