Sacrifice - The Unfinished Song Book 3: (Epic Fantasy Magical...

As war looms on the horizon, Kavio continues to teach Dindi forbidden magic. Dindi’s cohort of fellow Initiates secretly select her to be the target of a vicious prank; an enemy of Kavio has targets her for an even viler crime. Brena seeks allies hidden among the enemy, which puts her on a collision course with her former captive and husband, Rthan, who is sent to stop her by any means necessary. As powerful magic spins out of control, the fae themselves are in peril, and what started as a tribal war could become the cataclysm that wipes humans from Faearth. For, in Faearth, there is a price to be paid for breaking taboos, and it can only be atoned for with a terrible sacrifice.

From the Inside Flap

Run.Behind her, Dindi heard the honks of duck whistles. Bodies crashed through the underbrush. Shadows paralleled her zigzag through the trees.Ahead, a sharp gully slashed across the forest floor, and Dindi was running too fast to avoid it. She tried to take it at a leap, but she didn't clear the other side. Instead, she hit the opposite bank so hard the breath whooshed from her chest. She skidded in the mud.The mob of hooting, howling Initiates surrounded her. They poured into either side of the ditch or even jumped down from the embankment. She thought they might rain blows down on her. Their faces were so twisted with hate and glee, she expected them to spear her through the belly like a pig. For now, though, they only hooted and honked at her, blowing their whistles, laughing in her face.However, they were only waiting for the leaders of the group to arrive, a contingent of older boys who grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up. Five or six of them carried her aloft to a clearing, a bare bit of land scratched up with jagged stones and weeds. The whole cohort, as near as she could tell, poured into the clearing. She knew most of them, yet did not recognize them at all. Although she was the one in the mask, they were the ones whose faces were contorted into something bestial. Many of them had duck whistles; others chanted, "Duck hunt! Duck hunt!"There were so many of them that she had no chance at defense. All she could do was try her best to curl up into a ball, and even this was hard to do, for a few pulled her wrists and others tugged her legs."Pluck the duck! Pluck the duck!" chanted dozens of voices. Fingers raked her flesh and shredded her shift to rags."Spice the duck! Spice the duck!"They rolled her like a log, into the mud, then rolled her into a pile of leaves and debris. The leaves plastered her body. She struggled to her feet, desperate with the need to run, run, run. She broke free of her tormenters. Darting between the reaching arms, she rushed to the edge of the clearing, toward the promise of trees and shadows and escape.

From the Back Cover

About the twelve-book epic fantasy series, THE UNFINISHED SONGLove is not stronger than Death. Except in faery tales...Welcome to Faearth. The world is still young, fairytales are real, and humans are trapped between the immortal fae and the minions of Death. The war between the fae and the Deathsworn will tear apart two lovers and determine who will rule the world...the humans, their ancient rivals, the Aelfae...or Death.

About the Author

Tara Maya earned a Master of History of USC, and her duel BA in History and Media Studies at Pitzer College, and belongs to the Phi Alpha Theta, History Honor Society. She has researched women during the famine in North Korea and was awarded a grant to study democratization in Eastern Europe and Russia. She has lived in Africa, Asia, Europe, North America and the Indonesian archipelago. She was a humanitarian volunteer for a year in a war zone, and has also done some dangerous things, like served as a substitute teacher.

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