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Legacy of Truth - Book Tour, Review and Giveaway

8/18/2016

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Legacy of Truth
by Christy Nicholas ​
GENRE:
Historical fantasy

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​Gifted with a magical brooch, passed down in her family for generations, Esme finds herself isolated and ill in an unfamiliar land.

Her sister plots to steal the family heirloom from her in order to exploit the magical powers for her own gain, and Esme must battle for survival of herself and those she loves.

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​Westport was a fascinating place. She had seen the stately Westport House as they passed by, in the distance. The tree-lined boulevard called The Mall was so genteel and posh, she felt guilty walking down the road. But Seán assured her anyone could walk the shops, and so she strolled, arm in arm with her husband, perusing the stalls of the weekly market.
Esme was so glad Aisling was willing to watch over the animals while they gallivanted across the countryside. She was on a holiday from workaday life. So many things were on offer at the stalls, Choices overloaded her. Colors and odors assaulted her, as well as the cries of the stall attendants.
“Fresh meat pies! Dripping with fat and flavor!”
“Good, strong leather work—none better!”
“Buttons and notions, for all your needs!”
Stopping at the latter, she saw a variety of bone, wood and cloth buttons, both flat and shank. Seán had told her not to purchase anything until they had looked at all the stalls. He was also seeing which stalls might want his own goods, appraising the sellers and the variety of wares on offer.
“Oh!” She stumbled as a large man barreled into her.
“So sorry, mistress! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” The educated accent and voice of a wealthy man, from his dress, was a surprise to Esme. She couldn’t speak, but nodded in response as he moved on.
“Seán, was that a nobleman?” She kept her voice to an intense whisper, but Seán laughed.
“No, no, mo chailín rua. He’s a footman, by the look of him. A servant in one of the larger houses, from the livery.”
“But he spoke so… nicely.” She had never met someone in service to one of the stately homes, except for the boys who worked in the stable at Hugh O’Hagerty’s house. The rest of the servants didn’t come into town much.
“He’d likely have learned it from his master. The higher servants imitate their master’s speech, as they interact with guests. The lower servants, such as the cooks or stable boys, usually don’t. They talk more like we do.”
She stared at the man’s retreating back until the jostling of the crowd brought her to her senses. She decided to modulate her own speech. His had sounded so refined and aristocratic.
The afternoon went by in a whirl of activity and people. She had never been in such a diverse group before. The peasants and servants shopped alongside wealthy people. Perhaps they weren’t nobles, but rather upper servants or wealthy merchants. Still, she was surprised at how people interacted. The social classes didn’t seem as divided as she had presumed.
Exhausted, she sat in Seán’s wagon and counted out her purchases of the day. Good, pale-blue wool and a good roll of rougher wool in a deep, rusty red plaid. She was able to get linen with a dainty floral pattern on it and flax and cotton bits. Silk ribbons in various colors, silk and cotton thread and several buttons and findings completed her haul. She surveyed the pile with great satisfaction. She could create several attractive pieces with this lot.
A glimpse of red caught her eye, and she could have sworn she saw herself walking down the street, but the press of people obscured whoever it was from her vision. It certainly wouldn’t have been Eithne. What reason would she have had to be in Westport? Esme shook her head at the fancy. Plenty of people had red hair in Ireland. It was just her imagination playing tricks with her. Still, a shiver went down her spine as if she had seen her own fetch.
Seán had managed to find buyers for most of his goods and a couple of merchants had agreed to look over most of what he had left and make their own selections. He hadn’t been happy about the prices on some items but had evidently decided not to hold out. This was the last day of the market.
They had meant to be there a day earlier. However, various delays—due to her—had necessitated their late arrival. Perhaps Seán did have a point. She did slow him down. They needed to stop for breaks when she was on board and stop for longer times. Men had it so easy when it came to such things. A couple of laces pulled, and they had instant relief. Women had several petticoats to deal with, even if they wore bloomers with a handy slit. She was also uncomfortable relieving herself in plain sight, so they had to search for appropriate cover.
One such stop had resulted in her getting lost and had taken a whole hour to find her way back through the densely-grown forest. Every step she took increased her uneasiness and sent her closer toward panic. Finally, she heard Seán’s voice calling her name, and she pushed her way through brambles and bracken to emerge, scratched and sweating, from the woods.
“Where in the name of the nine hells did you get off to, Esme? I was worried sick!”
Sheepishly, she said, “I got lost.”
“Why do you need to go so deep in the woods, anyhow? It’s not like you won’t hear another wagon coming down the road in plenty of time to arrange yourself into womanly decorum, or whatever it is you need to do.”
Esme shrugged. It wasn’t anything she could explain, just something she needed to do. The world was such a big, uncertain place. Being exposed while she was vulnerable didn’t make it any easier. She needed to find a place that would give her peace of mind.
Perhaps being out on the road wasn’t such a great idea.
Packing her purchases in oiled cloth for the trip back, she heard Seán talking to one of the lingering merchants. He was a big fellow, even topping Seán’s considerable height, and almost twice the weight of her husband, as well, with short-cropped blond hair and a reek which made her eyes water. It was the smell of a pig-keeper; she would know the stench anywhere. She closed the curtains of the wagon to help block out the malodorous atmosphere and tidied up while Seán finished his dealings.
The man wasn’t buying anything, but trying to convince Seán his own market, in Louisburgh, was a better bet than this one. It ran on the same day and was ten miles away. If it were up to Esme, she would have refused him out of sheer olfactory preference. But Seán was getting the pros and cons, like a good trader. He didn’t say no but did promise to consider it. The pig man didn’t sound convinced but grunted as he left.
“Esme? Come on out. He’s gone.”
She opened the curtains. He was grinning fit to crack his face.
“Well? Did everything get sold off then?”
“Sort of.”
“What does ‘sort of’ mean, then?”
“It means, yes I sold all I brought, but no, we’re not done yet.” He lifted a box and showed it to her. The box was about five inches long, ebony and beautifully carved with delicate birds. The interlacing Celtic knot work almost reminded her of the brooch. She considered it, lying safely inside the lining of her skirt. She was loath to leave it at the cottage, where anyone might walk in to steal it. Wearing it in the open would be out of the question. She kept it sewn into a hidden pocket.
“What’s that? Where did you get it?”
“This, my dear girl, is my profit.”
“What’s inside?” She resisted the urge to open it herself. Seán did like to tease her, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it was working.
Slowly, he lifted the lid, revealing a necklace of glowing black pearls. They glittered in the fading sun, tinged with orange from the light. She gasped at their beauty.
Without thinking, she reached out to touch them. They were cool, almost like metal. Drawing her hand back, she looked up at her husband.
“So, a good profit, then? Where in God’s sweet name are you going to sell those, though?”
“It’s why we aren’t done yet. No one here has the resources to turn these into anything useful. We’ll have to make our way to a larger city, say Galway, to get a decent price.”
“Galway! But that’s…!”
“About three days’ travel, yes. But we could get a fantastic return on our sale there. Perhaps twice as much as we could get at, say, Castlebar, or Ballina. If they could even buy them there, which I doubt.”
Esme pondered it. She hadn’t expected they would be gone so long, or so far away. But it was all an adventure, was it not? The first night on the road hadn’t been so bad. Being able to sleep in the proper covered wagon was a vast improvement over sleeping in a tent on the hard ground or in the pouring rain. She nodded.
“Let’s do it, Seán. Galway, imagine that!”
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 A truly magical journey! Steeped in Irish folklore and wrought with a hint of magic, we journey along with Esme, the good twin as she follows her new husband to new lands. She was given a brooch from her grandpa that has magical properties and she must conceal it from her jealous twin sister. The writing was very descriptive and just flowed beautifully as the author perfectly captured the imagery into words that were a true pleasure to behold. The characters were very complex with real emotions and were so easy to forget that they aren't real at times. This was a truly wondrous journey of love, bitterness, adventure and fighting against the odds. There's quite a bit of mystery surrounding the brooch and it leaves you pondering many questions as to it's origins and purposes. I was completely immersed into this book and found myself quite unable to put it down at times! Definitely a fascinating read - even if this isn't your usual genre! I can't wait to see what may come in future books and will have to go read the Legacy of Hunger now!
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​Christy Nicholas, also known as Green Dragon, has her hands in many crafts, including writing, digital art, beaded jewelry, writing, and photography. In real life, she's a CPA, but having grown up with art all around her (her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are/were all artists), it sort of infected her, as it were. She loves to draw and to create things. She says it's more of an obsession than a hobby. She likes looking up into the sky and seeing a beautiful sunset, or seeing a fragrant blossom or a dramatic seaside. She takes a picture or creates a piece of jewelry as her way of sharing this serenity, this joy, this beauty with others. Sometimes this sharing requires explanation - and thus she writes. Combine this love of beauty with a bit of financial sense and you get an art business. She does local art and craft shows, as well as sending her art to various science fiction conventions throughout the country and abroad. 


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Homepage: www.greendragonartist.com 

Blog: www.greendragonartist.net
Publisher Page: http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Nicholas_Christy/index.htm
Legacy of Truth: http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Nicholas_Christy/legacy-of-truth.htm

Legacy of Truth will be $0.99 during the tour.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Legacy-Truth-Druids-Brooch-2-ebook/dp/B01G2OYL16/ref
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/legacy-of-truth-christy-nicholas/1123844827
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11 Comments
Nikolina link
8/18/2016 02:50:56 am

I really enjoyed reading the entire post, thank you!

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Goddess Fish Promotions link
8/18/2016 05:34:59 am

Thanks for hosting!

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Christy Nicholas link
8/18/2016 05:52:07 am

Thank you so much for hosting! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Lisa Brown
8/18/2016 08:29:18 am

Congrats on the blog tour and thanks for the chance to win :)

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Tarissa
8/18/2016 11:19:24 am

Oh!! Legacy of Truth looks soooo good. I'm up for a bit of Irish magic. :)

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Christy nicholas link
8/18/2016 01:34:25 pm

Nothing wrong with a bit of Irish magic!

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Victoria
8/18/2016 12:04:52 pm

really awesome review! Thanks for sharing :)

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Linda Moffitt
8/18/2016 11:34:21 pm

Congrats on Your Review Tour Book looks Great

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SHELLEY S
8/19/2016 03:08:19 pm

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR BOOK TOUR AND THANKS FOR THE GIVEAWAY!

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Ann
9/2/2016 10:45:44 pm

Gaillimh! Éire! ...Oh, I've missed these enchanting places. And how my memories have slid away over time.
Thank you, Ms. Green Dragon, for bringing them back to me.

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Christy Nicholas
9/3/2016 10:23:13 am

Glad to be of service! :)

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