Cas lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, southern UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. Cas supports many animal charities and owns two rescue dogs. She has a large collection of cacti and loves gardening. She is also a folk singer/songwriter and is currently writing and recording nine folk-style songs to accompany each of her fantasy books. You can listen to and download all the songs from her website: www.caspeace.com
See the video of her performing live at the King’s Envoy book launch here: http://www.caspeace.com/cas-
Pure evil rises once again in Albia…
Three years have passed since Baron Reen’s trial. A
terrible accident on the island of his exile has transformed him into a
nightmarish scarecrow creature with dark, mysterious powers. Staging his own
suicide, Reen breaks free of his prison and, with the help of the former queen
Sofira, embarks on a ruthless quest for vengeance against his worst enemy, the
woman responsible for the overthrow of his schemes and his own ruination:
Brynne Sullyan.
Sullyan is tasked with investigating Reen’s suicide.
The missing body and a series of disasters in Port Loxton—a vicious murder, a
brutal ambush, and a devastating fire—raise suspicions in her mind. She probes
deeper, determined to uncover the truth, unsuspecting of the evil that’s about to
be unleashed…
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Snippet:
Lerric, aging client-king of Bordenn, stood in the dark doorway. A damp,
noisome smell assailed his nose, the drip of water reached his ears. Lerric
shivered, his reaction not wholly due to the chill in the air.
Deep within the lightless room he detected a hint
of movement. Creaking leather, a hiss of pain. Lerric stepped one pace farther
from the door’s protection and raised his lamp. As soon as the faint yellow
light touched—and flinched from—the dark form huddled on the truckle bed along
the far wall, a vicious curse sounded. A crooked hand flew up to shield eyes
that could no longer bear good, honest light.
“Put that out, you bloody fool! Would you blind me
entirely?”
“Ah . . . your pardon.”
Lerric shuttered the lamp and gloom reclaimed the
cell. When his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the king assessed the
cell’s lone occupant.
Habitually dapper and well-fed, his body had
assumed scarecrow proportions. A parody of his former self. The fastidiously
clean and expensive raiment was replaced by a thin, shabby robe of dusty black.
A darker blot amid the shadows, it barely disguised the gaunt frame it covered.
Gone were the arrogant swagger and confident poise,
replaced by a savage desire for revenge, a thirst for retribution. Three years
of incarceration and hopelessness, of nursing raging grievances, hadn’t
lessened the pious fervor and deeply-held beliefs. Thirty-six interminable
months of imprisonment and deprivation had served only to deepen his
determination to rid the land of those to whom he owed his life. Those without
whose mercy he would have suffered a horrific and agonizing death.
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