Extract from The Map Maker’s Daughter by Caroline Dunford – Blog Tour

On behalf of Zoe at https://zooloosbookdiary.co.uk/zooloos-blog-tours and Spellbound Books, I am excited and honoured today to be hosting an extract from The Map Maker’s Daughter by Caroline Dunford. This book sounds very interesting and I’m hoping you’ll agree after reading a sneak peak.

Synopsis

Sharra’s world is a terrifying place. 

Violent seismic ‘Shifts’ and outbreaks of an all-consuming black fire radically alter landscapes on an increasingly frequent basis. Only the Map Makers can predict where the Shift will fall, and Sharra, daughter to one of the most famous Map Makers, yearns to join their ranks and break a cultural taboo that forbids female cartographers.

Sharra’s father, Lord Milton, is one of the few to challenge the current order, but his shadowy past limits his political reach and his second wife, Lady Ivory, is determined to manipulate him to ensure a privileged future for herself and her daughter, Jayne. 

The main obstacle standing in Ivory’s way is Sharra.

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Map-Makers-Daughter-captivating-fantasy-ebook/dp/B09DBL72VT
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Map-Makers-Daughter-captivating-fantasy-ebook/dp/B09DBL72VT/

Extract from The Map Maker’s Daughter

The walls of water move slower than the natural tide, but it flows relentlessly. There are only moments. Maven cannot reach her before the water hits. He cannot even free himself from the rigging in time.  ‘Run!’ he screams. ‘Run! Go!’ Below him her small figure resolutely shakes its head.

Maven twists one last time to the horizon. With every heartbeat the sea grows higher, towering in an impossible wall. It is like a great creature bearing down upon its prey.

The sky above the Susan-May grows dark. The incoming waves have blocked out the sun. Maven turns back towards the harbour. Yasmeen has finally run, but she has run towards him.  She stands by the harbor wall, staring up into his eyes. ‘Together forever,’ she mouths..

He feels coldness on his back. He knows what was coming, but he doesn’t take his eyes from Yasmeen. It is all he can do for her now; share this moment of their death together.

The first waves broke over the Susan-May.  Maven’s boat is tossed high on the back of the sea, but the boat is heavily laden for her imminent voyage, and she stays upright. Maven, half fastened into the rigging, is tossed mercilessly back and forth. He loses sight of Yasmeen as his world tumbled about him. He closes his eyes to keep her image in front of him. He hears the eerie thunder of the stormless, water making landfall. He hears cries of terror, and then his head connects with the main mast and he knows no more.

The rigging of the Susan-May was the best Maven’s family could afford. In its time it had saved Maven’s grandfather and his father. This day, it saved Maven.

When he came to, he was still aloft but upside down. He could see no sign of the sea, only a dull grey beneath him. Slowly, he understood the boat was now high upon the shore, her hull broken by a ragged line of rocks.

Shocked and bruised Maven cuts himself free with his boot knife and half falls, half scrambles, down to the deck. He clambers up to the prow that now lay on an incline. The house by the harbour is still there. Beyond it he can see his home. He hopes beyond reason.

He drops over the side to land awkwardly on the sea-slick rocks. Later he had no memory of how he had made his way inland. He was left only with the cuts, bruises and pain of his desperation.

He swings himself over what had been the harbour wall. Only then does he see her. She has not shrunk from her fate. She had stayed by him to the end. The waves have taken her where she had stood, picked her up and thrown her like a doll against the wall of her own home.

Yasmeen’s body lies all sharp and twisted angles; her long dark hair spread out around her. Maven runs to her. His heart racing. All his injuries forgotten. Please, please, he begs, I will do anything. I will do anything. Let her live. But as he bends over her battered, once sweet face, her eyes look past him and into the life beyond.

Author Bio – Caroline Dunford

Caroline lives for stories. Reading them. Telling them, Watching them. She can’t get enough of them. She can hypnotise people and she sings well in the shower. She enjoys cooking, but hates housework, and has managed to convince everyone who knows her that she doesn’t understand washing up. So much so that when friends visit some of them do it for her. Fortunately she also has a dishwasher. She always feels she didn’t make enough of her teenage years, and hopes that at least the teenagers in her books do!

Follow her at:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CarolineDunford
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecarolinedunford/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/verdandiweaves

Website : https://caroline-dunford.squarespace.com/

3 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s