Four Feasts Till Darkness
Christian A. Brown
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: September 9, 2014
Number of pages: 540
Word Count: 212K
"Love is what binds us in brotherhood, blinds us from hate, and makes us soar with desire.”
Morigan lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague her--visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the Immortal Kings who rules the land.
With Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon realize that this young woman could hold the key to their destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.
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Christian A. Brown has written creatively since the age of six. After spending most of his career in the health and fitness industry, Brown quit his job to care for his mother when she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma in 2010.
Having dabbled with the novel that would eventually become Feast of Fates for over a decade, Brown was finally able to finish the project. His mother, who was able to read a beginning version of the novel before she passed away, has since imbued the story with deeper sentiments of loss, love, and meaning. He is proud to now share the finished product with the world.
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Please welcome Caenith from Christian A. Brown's Feast of Fates to Diane’s Book Blog.
What is your name? Do you have a nickname?
I am the Wolf. The Blood King. I have many names in many tongues, though my truest, oldest and given name is Caenith.
What is your hair color? Eye color?
Black as the night, gray as stone and storms.
How old are you?
Older than the wood beneath your feet, older than the memories of slow-walkers would remember.
Where were you born? Where have you lived since then? Where do you currently call home?
I come from the wilds of Alabion—though I cannot say if that is where I was born. I call all of Geadhain my home and hunting ground.
What is in your refrigerator right now? On your bedroom floor? On your nightstand? In your garbage can?
Refrigerator? Garbage can? These sound like the confabulations of a hyperactive, technomagikal mind. You slow walkers amuse me, with your need to create what you believe to be order. My den has clean water, some walls, and a mostly sound roof through which I can see the stars and moon on lonely nights. What else does a man need, but his freedom?
Who are the people you are closest to?
Morigan. She and I are bound in ways you could never fathom. She is the marrow in my bones, and the blood in my heart. Through our union, I have encountered other slow-walkers, ones more tolerable than most. Thackery and I—while enemies once—understand, and respect, the darkness that we each battle from within. Mouse…The dead man…Macha, my little seal. The Northman. Hmph. It seems I have “friends” after all.
What is your most treasured possession?
My freedom. Try and cage me.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Morigan, obviously. I shall never love another as I love her. Love is a feeble word for what we share. Perfection, would be more apt.
Which living person do you most despise?
The Iron Queen. As old as I am, I have never known a woman so vile or consumed by ambition.
What qualities do you most like in a man/woman?
Strength, cunning and pride.
What do you most value in your friends?