The Lost Valor of Love The Transcendence Series Book 1 by E A Carter Genre: Historical Fantasy, SciFi
"Claim me, and your every movement, every breath, every word will be written upon my heart, for eternity. You will be immortal yet."
'GRIPPING. WILL KEEP YOU READING THROUGH THE NIGHT.'
KATHERINE STANSFIELD, AUTHOR OF FALLING CREATURES
Growing up during the centuries-long conflict between the empires of Egypt and Hatti, the young princess Istara is taken hostage by the King of Hatti to secure the loyalty of her father, the King of Kadesh to the empire. Soon her new life in Hatti's glittering capital becomes all she knows. Bound in blood before the gods to Hatti's unwilling crown prince, Istara, now Hatti's queen-in-waiting, learns she will never be loved.
But the drums of war beat again, and when the scheming plans of Hatti's king threaten the existence of all civilization, the gods give Istara a choice: to leave behind everything she knows to save mankind, or remain where she is, powerless, a token on the game board of kings. On the brink of one of the most brutal battles in history, she chooses to risk her life to deliver a message to the only man able to prevent the prophecy from becoming a reality—her mortal enemy, the Pharaoh Ramesses II.
Wounded, cold and hungry, she wanders in the battle's horrific aftermath, and aids a powerful commander, who she learns protected her once, and has been bound to her ever since by a prophetic dream of his future. Despite his resistance, and Istara once more becoming a pawn of kings, they must confront an eternal love so powerful, not even kings, the gods, or death can keep them apart.
The Lost Valor of Love is the first book of the Transcendence series.
The Call of Eternity The Transcendence Series Book 2
'AN EPIC STORY OF LOVE. POWERFUL AND COMPELLING.' KATHERINE STANSFIELD, AUTHOR OF THE MAGPIE TREE
"I love you, even past the boundaries of eternity. Not even the end of my existence could extinguish the love I feel for you."
In the epic sequel to The Lost Valor of Love, worlds collide, and gods and mortals cross paths, kingdoms fall, and ancient, long-buried hatreds stir.
In the heavens, the storm god Teshub discovers two of the most powerful gods of the pantheon have fallen to a world torn apart by rivalry, war, famine, and plagues. Soon, he learns, he too must fall.
In the north, a crown prince ascends the throne, his queen taken by his enemy as compensation for the crimes of his father. But the new king is prepared to risk everything to reclaim his queen, and plans for war begin.
In the east, a near-immortal senses the awakening of a powerful artifact after an eternity of silence. It can only mean one thing: gods once more walk among men, and with their return—the key to his immortality.
And from far without, the Creator eyes his dying creation, its fragile boundaries unraveling. From across an enormous board, he picks up a token—an exact replica of a living woman. He smiles at it with fondness and sets it down on a new space. Folding his hands together, he steps back, and waits.
The Call of Eternity is the second book in the Transcendence series.
The Rise of the Goddess The Transcendence Series Book 3
Istara found the courage to meet Sethi's eyes. In his, the anguish of his love, untainted by the darkness. He was going to leave her. Tears blazed a path through her soul. He drew her against him as she wept, as she accepted what he already knew. For them, there could only be war.
'A SUPERB FINALE. YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED.' KATHERINE STANSFIELD, AUTHOR OF THE MERMAID'S CALL
In a world older than time, a portal stirs from its long slumber. From out of its cerulean mists, the warship of the scion of darkness and destroyer of worlds emerges. With its gods long gone, Elati is a world ripe for the taking. Marduk intends to take it all.
Corrupted by Marduk's devices, Sethi succumbs to the grip of evil. A brutal, merciless commander, he oppresses the kingdoms of Elati, his violence awakening a weapon of the deepest darkness. Poisoned by lies and tainted by hate, he thirsts for its power to obliterate the light of the one he once loved beyond all reason.
Desperate to reprieve Sethi from his corruption, Istara pursues her last hope, risking everything to retrieve powerful artifacts of Thoth's, her light her only defense against the growing darkness—and the one determined to annihilate her.
Bound by love and driven by duty, Urhi-Teshub reaches the threshold of his destiny, where he faces the horrifying price he must pay to protect Istara.
And at the heart of an abandoned island of gods, surrounded by an endless storm, an eternal tower awaits. Caught in the crosshairs of a primordial war for supremacy, Sethi and Istara must face each other one final time. Darkness and light. Enemies. Lovers. Gods.
The Rise of the Goddess is the final book in the Transcendence series.
E A Carter is a British-Canadian who lives in Sweden.
Her debut novel The Lost Valor of Love is the first book in the Transcendence series and a finalist winner in the First Novel and Historical Fiction categories in the 2019 Indie Author Network's Book of the Year Awards.
When not at the keyboard, she can be found photographing the world around her. Between 2014-2015 she held three exhibitions of her photographs, two by invitation from the city's Kulturhuset. Her work has been seen on national television, and her black and white photography has won two contests, one in the US and one in Sweden.
'To write of love is to feed the flames of the soul.' E A Carter
As a writer, the passion of love fascinates me, consumes me, and drives me to craft ever more complex stories of the breathtaking places our hearts can take us. Stories of war, of enemies, of boundaries, of journeys into the unknown which transcend the barriers of space and time.
While speaking about Earth as the Pale Blue Dot, humanity's only home against the incomprehensible immensity of the universe, Carl Sagan once said: “For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”
He's not wrong. It is unbearable. We collapse ourselves into our lives, our thoughts, our hopes, fears, and dreams. And love. We fill ourselves with it. Wait for it, crave it, seek it, chase it, talk about it, dream of it, analyze it. And read it. Love. Its existence possesses me like an anguished thing desperate for its release—to liberate itself through my words in all its dark and beautiful glory.
In ages past, men and women have gone to war over love, have died for love, have sacrificed everything for love. We may live in quieter times, yet our souls still crave the magnitude of such epic, all-engulfing passion—of heroes and near-unconquerable cities such as Troy under siege for the sake of love. Within the innermost rooms of our hearts, each of us longs for the scope of an all-encompassing affair which smashes every barrier. It is the pulse of the star stuff within our souls, the seeking of an eternal connection that defies the unbearableness of our solitariness in a digital world which strives to separate us with every breath we take.
We know the pain love can bring, and yet we pursue it because the unbearableness of being alone is unnatural, unsustainable. If we must be alone, then we imagine being with the one our heart desires. At times it is all we can have, but it can be enough. For a time.
It is a quiet irony the man I loved with all my heart left me last summer for another younger, healthier woman. And yet, in the sudden days of my solitary existence I continued to write of love. I completed The Rise of the Goddess with a broken heart, channeling pain and sorrow into the final book of the Transcendence series. It turned out to be the most beautiful book of them all. Perhaps it was meant to be, that I should lose my love to write the book as it was meant to be written. Perhaps.
And now, as I rise broken and battered in the fallow fields of my loss, love has become an ugly, distorted thing. And yet, I still dream of love, still imagine heroic feats of sacrifice, of determination, of facing insurmountable odds and overcoming them. So my fingers fleet over the keyboard and I escape into dark worlds, beautiful worlds, where love is transcendent. I want to take you there. Because where there is love there is hope, truth, salvation, bliss. And stories take us there, away from our solitariness and into the hidden corridors of our hearts, where we find shelter from the storm of our existence.
And so, the stories will go on. So long as there is love, there will be stories to tell. Epic, glorious, breathtaking stories of undying love until our souls return to the stars. And it will be there, scattered across the heavens, as we wait for chance to tumble to the Earth once more, we will understand the truth. We are love.
The stories have been about us all along.
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