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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. **Get it FREE Apr 9 – 13!!** Goodreads * AmazonBook Trailerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch? v=nl2PvQYgdh8&feature=emb_title

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. **Get it FREE April 16 – 20!!**Goodreads * Amazon

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. **Get all three books FREE April 23 – 25!!** Goodreads * Amazon

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. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

PROLOGUE
The Immortal Realm

Teshub, the once-powerful and mighty storm god, woke to the sensation of flames
burning across his arms. He cracked an eye open. Symbols, glowing red-orange
crackled to life along the backs of his forearms. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up
wondering how long he had slept this time. The last time he woke, Horus had said
more than one hundred thousand years had passed in the mortal realm, though, he had
added with a wry smile, Teshub had missed nothing. Teshub pushed his long dark
hair, tousled from sleep, back from his eyes, hoping this time he had slept even
longer; it was a good way to pass the meaningless, useless, endless time.
The symbols brightened, glowing, demanding his attention. He lifted an eyebrow,
savoring the long-forgotten sensation of cold fire spreading along his arms. It had
been an eon since he had followed the actions of mortals on his flesh; when he last
lived in their realm, a god. But those days, once filled with opulence and glory, had
come to their brutal end when the savage wars of gods and men reached its fatal
impasse. Thoth, infinitely wise and rational—standing in the place of the Creator God
who had abandoned his creations once the first blood was shed—had called for their
evacuation, sealing them into the immortal realm, the new home of the gods,
sentencing them to an eternity of silence.
And yet, after an epoch of dormancy, the fiery symbols which had once ignited and
extinguished endlessly on Teshub’s arms flamed again. Strange. He leaned forward,
intrigued, tingling with anticipation.
A long time passed before he sat back, troubled. A man—a prince—had sacrificed
six bulls to Teshub begging him to spare the life of the woman he loved; a woman he
had almost killed with his own hands. She lived, but the prince had then lost her to
another, a pharaoh. The prince wanted her back, but first, as dozens of bulls fell to his
blade, he pleaded for success in his campaigns against the pharaoh’s vassals so he
might win back his right to the throne. Then, with the armies of the empire behind
him, he would bring war to the very gates of Egypt until the woman bound to him in
blood was returned.
The flames subsided, though the glow remained; the connection between Teshub
and the prince remaining, tenuous. Teshub got up and moved across his sumptuous
apartments, undisturbed for millennia, wondering if Baalat still used her vision pool.

After enduring the crushing weight of the endless epochs of wasted time, an
upwelling of purpose ignited in him, raw, visceral. Hope bloomed in his chest; to be
useful again, to have a reason to exist. He hurried through his rooms, eager. As he
reached the outer vestibule, a gilt card lying on the threshold of his apartment lit up,
glowing pure white. Curious, he bent and collected it, recognizing the elegant
handwriting of Baalat.
Turning the card over, he read her words. He blinked, and read them again. No. It
couldn’t be. Waving his hand over the panel bearing his sigil, the door to his residence
slid open. He left, striding through the realm toward the apartment of Baalat and
Horus.
Preoccupied by Baalat’s disturbing message, he was halfway to his destination
before he realized the vast realm’s wide avenues lay quiet, shrouded in silence. None
processed. Doors stood sealed, the sigil of the ones within hovering without, glowing
white. Teshub walked on, alone, trepidation bearing down on him. A tremor, deep
within the foundation of the realm vibrated against his feet, faint. Slowing his steps,
he halted, waiting, his skin prickling. There. Another tremor, so faint it almost felt
like he might be imagining it.
He quickened his pace, uneasy, disturbed by the realm’s ominous silence. Within
the courtyard of their home, the entrance to Baalat and Horus’s apartment stood open.
He entered, calling their names, hoping Baalat’s message had been an elaborate
diversion, nothing more. On the table, a glass of wine, half-finished. In the bedroom,
an unmade bed; its silken covers trailing onto the floor, a cushion halfway between
the door and the bed. On the room’s ceiling, the fractals of which Horus had been so
proud were gone; vanished as though they had never existed. Teshub turned,
searching for something, anything to help him understand why two of the highest
gods among the pantheon would throw away their immortality for two mere mortals.
He looked down at the card again, turning it over, hoping to find more, but there was
nothing, only her brief words: They were gone. One day they would die so two
mortals could live. It made no sense.
The symbols on his arms lit up again. Another tremor shot through the realm’s
foundation. The floor trembled. The wine in the glass shivered. Golden symbols
flared to life on his arms, so bright the walls reflected its light. He staggered, staring
at the arcane lettering as it coalesced, its movements stately, regal, inexorable, the
symbols older than time itself. After an eon, the Creator God—the father of his
existence—had broken his punishing silence. The symbols solidified; the glare faded.
Teshub read the message, burned, indelible on his arm. He sank down onto the bed,
stunned, and read it again.
You are next.