Thursday, June 5, 2014

Goddess Born







Goddess Born Tour

 




goddess born coverGoddess Born




Pennsylvania, 1730




Selah Kilbrid keeps a dangerous secret: she has the power to heal.




A direct descendent of the Celtic goddess Brigid, it’s Selah’s sacred duty to help those in need. But as the last of the Goddess Born living in the New World, she learned from an early age to keep her supernatural abilities hidden. The Quaker community of Hopewell has always been welcoming, but there’s no doubt they would see her hanged if her gift was revealed.




When a prominent minister threatens to try her with witchcraft unless she becomes his wife, Selah has only one hope—that her betrothed, a distant cousin from Ireland, arrives as planned. Marrying Samuel would keep her secret safe, preserve her sacred bloodline, and protect her from being charged as a witch.




But when news of Samuel’s death reaches the Colonies, Selah is truly on her own. Terrified, she faces an impossible choice—forfeit her powers and marry the loathsome Nathan? Or find an imposter to pose as her husband and preserve her birthright?





2013 RWA Golden Heart© Finalist

2011 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award semifinalist






ABNA Publisher Weekly Reviewer

Set in the colony of Pennsylvania in 1730, this riveting novel begins as 18-year-old Selah Kilbrid runs into Quaker minister Nathan Crowley, a man who “labor[ed] under the delusion that [Selah] would soon be his wife” despite the fact that she was betrothed to a man on his way to America from Ireland. Nathan tells Selah that if she refuses him, he will have her “charged as a witch” because of her ability to heal the sick. To avoid Nathan’s plan to marry her the following Sunday, she leaves for Philadelphia to wait for the arrival of her betrothed and marry him before returning home. In Philadelphia, she discovers that her betrothed has died at sea. She then purchases Henry, an indentured servant, and convinces him to pose as her husband and help protect her from Nathan. As the story continues, the reader learns of Selah’s family history and the powers she possesses; Selah is half human, half goddess. It's important that her secret stay safe, because if discovered, she could be killed. The characters are well developed and relatable; the reader empathizes with Selah and her plight. The fast-paced plot is exciting and keeps the reader guessing and in suspense. The end leaves room for a sequel, which, after such a tremendous beginning, would be anxiously awaited. A clear winner!









Excerpt
 
I didn’t stop running until Brighmor was well out of view. With my heart pounding, I ducked out 
of sight behind a large oak tree to wait. A good ten minutes passed before my heart finally 
slowed, and I felt confident that Henry hadn’t followed me. Returning to the narrow pathway, I 
walked at a more leisurely pace, throwing the occasional furtive look over my shoulder as I went 
deeper and deeper into the woods to the manmade alcove that had been built right into the sidhe, 
or small earthen mound. 
 Years ago my grandparents had carved away enough dirt to stack large rocks three feet 
high, forming a wall in the shape of a half-moon. It measured about twelve feet from end to end 
with an arc deep enough to accommodate my full height if I were inclined to lie down. In the 
middle of the arc stood an altar, hewn from a piece of gray granite that had been sealed to the 
earth by my grandmother’s blood mixed with a handful of sacred dirt brought over from the Old 
World. Green and brown lichen grew on the stones, and dense foliage pushed up along the 
perimeter, ready to spill over into the clearing. 
 With the rock wall behind me, I knelt down at the altar and set the dried herbs on the 
smooth stone surface, charred black from countless fires. Finding the flint, I struck it repeatedly 
to release a shower of white sparks over the bundle. As it started to smolder, fragrances of 
cowslip, angelica, and goat’s rue rose up. With a long, deep breath, I pulled the smoke inside, 
letting it inundate my senses. Then I began to recite the ancient words in preparation to cross 
over. 
 
Brigid Buadach, Buaid na fine, Siur Rig nime, Nar in duine, 
Eslind luige, Lethan breo. Riar na n-oiged, Oibel ecnai, 
Ingen Dubthaig, Duine uallach, Brigid buadach, Brigid 
buadach. 
 
 The physical world began to waver. Keeping my voice to a low monotone, I repeated 
the Gaelic words. At the end of the third repetition, the trees and stones, the smoldering bundle, 
all flickered in and out of view, then disappeared altogether as my soul passed into to the 
Otherworld. 

For a moment, there was nothing more than thick gray mist and the memory of burning 
herbs. I stepped out of the mist into the warm sunlight at the edge of Brigid’s garden, free of the 
night and my body that remained kneeling at the altar. 
 










Kari EdgrenAuthor Kari Edgren




Kari Edgren did not dream of becoming a writer. Instead, she dreamed of everything else and was often made to stay inside during kindergarten recess to practice her letters. Despite doting parents and a decent school system, Ms. Edgren managed to make it through elementary school having completed only one book cover to cover – The Box Car Children, which she read approximately forty-seven times. Things improved during high school, but not until she read Gabrielle Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude in college, did she truly understand the power of a book.




Ms. Edgren aspires to be a Vulcan, a world-acclaimed opera singer, and two inches taller. She resides in the Pacific NW where she spends a great deal of time torturing her husband and children with strange food and random historical facts. Ms. Edgren hasn’t stopped dreaming, but has finally mastered her letters enough to put the stories on paper.







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