A themed book tour through Prism Book Tours.
“A solid fantasy that wears its spirituality lightly yet effectively.”
~Kirkus Reviews (read the entire review here)
Where the Black Mountains pierce the sky, they divide the south from the north, Alamir from the kingdom of Belenus. Belenus, the undying master of the north, commanded Keiran – the Captain of the Hosts – to conquer Alamir. But the Captain is deep in conspiracy, and he has his own plans.
The Valley of Decision is a fantasy novel, a saga of slavery, freedom, and choices.
Shannon McDermott is a Christian author of speculative fiction, as well as a humorous detective series called “The Adventures of Christian Holmes”. She has written both fantasy and science fiction, and has yet to decide on which one to like better.
She was born to Wisconsin, expatriates in California, grew up on the East Coast, and now lives in the Midwest. Her principal hobbies are politics, history, novels, and coffee.
Post 7 (Area 3): The Alamiri
Long ago, the Alamiri tribes came from the distant sunrise lands – climbing nameless mountains, fording forgotten rivers. Their wanderings ended here, among the forests south of the Black Mountains.
The tribes are gone. Their blood is mingled now – in me, in you. The Clan is no longer a convocation of tribal leaders; the Patriarchs are not necessarily family heads, nor even men. The days when lords ruled Alamir by their bloodlines to the great fathers are long gone.
Belenus is our nearest neighbor. It was he who drove us off the Black Mountains and off the sea, firing the coastal settlements of Eikan. He would take all of Alamir and us with it if he could. That is why our soldiers fill the Northwood, man the valley fort, and watch always the Rhugarch Pass.
It is a long war. You will fight it, too, as the men and women who came before you did. This is the struggle of the Alamiri; this is the price at which we buy our liberty. This is our vigilance, so that when Belenus sends the Dochraitay over the mountains to destroy Alamir with fire and swords, we will be able to stand. If we cannot, what will save us?
Post 6 (Area 3): Alamir
The Rhugarch Pass, descending down the mountain range, meets its southern end at a league of green open land. Past the land, forests rise up to face the mountains. They are stately, their tall trees crowding thick and dark together – forests built by time, trees raised up by many slow years.
Yes, I have come to Alamir, the land of our own home.
The Northwood sprawls east and west, our first defense. The trees spread their branches, thousands upon thousands of knobbly hands, and bar the sunlight. Do you remember that day your father brought you there, and though the sun was blazing in the midday sky, it was like dusk inside the forest?
The Glahs Forest extends north and south. You have never gone there, but someday you shall. On that day, obey the ancient law: Cut no tree of the forest, not even a branch off its boughs; hunt no bird or beast; and do not seek the deep haunts of the forest.
Ataroth stands in sight of the Glahs Forest. Its gates are iron, its walls are stone, and all its battlements are strong. When you go to the city, crane your neck; look very high. There, on the walls – spear-points flashing in the sunlight.
This is the second defense of Alamir. Beyond it, the towns and farmlands spread wide. And we are, for the time, safe.
– INT Grand Prize: $25 Amazon gift card and ebooks of The Valley of Decision and The Sunrise Windows
– 2 print copies of The Valley of Decision (US only)
Follow the Tour:
6/16 – Launch
6/29 – Grand Finale