Book Blitz & Excerpt: Child of Prophecy + Giveaway


I am so excited that CHILD OF PROPHECY by M.G. Darwish is available now and that I get to share the news! This blitz also includes a giveaway for a THREE Amazon GC’s courtesy of M.G. & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.


Author: M.G. Darwish

Pub. Date: April 6, 2023

Publisher: M.G. Darwish

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 248

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A hero with a destiny. A prophecy that could save or doom the world. A final battle that will decide the fate of legends.

Griffyn Haikrou has become Titanlord. He has fought his way through gods and monsters, friends and foes, lies and truths. He has sacrificed everything for a chance to stop the prophecy that threatens to destroy all life.

But his journey is not over yet. The sky has turned red, and the hour of reckoning has come. He must face his ultimate enemy: himself.

Will he fulfill his destiny or succumb to his own power? Will he save the world or doom it to eternal darkness?

Titanlord: Child of Prophecy is the third and final book in the Titanlord Series, an epic fantasy for adults. If you like heroic quests, mythological twists, and breathtaking action, then you’ll love this thrilling conclusion.


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The Calm Before The Storm

Robrin, also known as Colossal, walked through the dust of Hollow Land, feeling the peace that reminded him of the calm before a storm. He had done something unthinkable: he had interfered, and now an old friend was waiting to see what he had done.

“Ceris, come out. I know you’re here,” Robrin said calmly. A man dressed in black silk robes approached him, covering his mouth.

“Do not smile, do not show joy,” Robrin warned him.

“I am eternally grateful to you, my king. You have done a good thing. You stopped something far greater from happening, and you know that.”

Robrin gritted his teeth and balled his fists. “I…have doomed us all.”

“You have chosen illumination over vindication. It may not be noble, but it remains a path.”

“One that you forced upon us,” Robrin eased his palms, stepped closer to Ceris, and grabbed him. “Do you realize what you have done? Do you?” he spat.

“It was the Creator! He spoke to me!”

“The Creator…” Robrin mocked as he pushed Ceris away. He walked back and forth, holding his head before turning around.
“It was thousands of years ago, Ceris! All those men that came before you perished, and those born after you died… do you not see that he abandoned us?
All for some shrewd hope lost in the depths of Dragonhead!”

Ceris shook his head. “You cannot speak like this, you cannot, Robrin… you were there…”

A raging bolt fired within Robrin as he covered his eyes with his hands. Tears fell down his face. “It is all a game to you… just a game.”

“No, it is not,” Ceris said as he crawled on his knees and held onto Robrin’s shirt.

“Your eyes, your ears… you will lose them before the night of the daunting crowns. When the prophecy is fulfilled, and the Creator’s will manifests not as divine but as anarchy, it is then that you will weep: woe unto me, the pretender.”

“I have not pretended,” Ceris pleaded as tears ran down his cheeks. “I have not forgotten this, I swear to you, Robrin,” he shook his head violently. “But know that a great sacrifice comes in the birth of a great thing. You knew the price, Robrin… when you severed the link, you knew what would come for you.”

“I pray for you, a soul eternally damned…”

Ceris began to laugh hysterically. He clapped his hands faster than he could smile. “It will be glorious!”

Robrin stepped closer, grabbed his neck, and lifted him high in the air. “What now, old man? You stink of foul treachery. Do you take me for a fool?”

“I… can’t breathe!”

“Good!” Robrin replied. “For the future you have set us on is far worse than any ending you could foresee,” he said, letting go.

Ceris fell to the ground, face first. “He will not turn!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Robrin shook his head as he panted, grasping for air to calm his breathing. “Fool… you’re a mad fool,” he added before he turned around and began walking.

“Colossal!” Ceris shouted. “Do not forget your ancestry! Where are you going, Colossal?” he bellowed once again.

“To resume my slumber. And for your sake, you best not wake me this time, lest I turn the sky blue again.”

“You will do your duty as divined by the Creator you shun! Do you hear me, you ignorant fool! You will do your duty!” Ceris shouted into the abyss. His voice faded from Robrin’s ears.

About M.G. Darwish:

M.G. Darwish is an award winning author who writes dark, twisted and action-packed fiction. He tries his best not to base his characters on anyone he knows in real life to avoid that extra weird conversation about how they were brutalized and killed in the book. Oh and he’s terrified of a penguin uprising more than ghosts and demons.

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Embers of the Past, by Lucille J. Knight

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Embers of the Past
Elements of Chaos, #1
by Lucille J. Knight
Genre: Sword & Sorcery, Dark Fantasy

Legend tells that the dragons of Ryuutachi gifted humans with the power of elemental magic long ago. Those born attuned to one of the seven elements were revered, but their arrogance led to ruin and suffering, unbalancing the natural order. Now they are feared and despised, forced to hide their gifts or be persecuted for the sins of their forebears.

Taoru is a single father who will stop at nothing to protect Lian, his only daughter, but what can he do when the greatest threat she faces is herself? Can he keep their magic secret and Lian safe from impending war? Or will he lose everything he holds dear?

Wujun is consumed by the many secrets kept from him. He knows only that his parents died when he was an infant, leaving him a vast fortune and cryptic allies. They care for him, protect him, but in doing so isolate him from the rest of society. Then he meets Kentai, a haunted, mysterious swordsman and at last he has a friend. Can he hold on to this blossoming connection or will the ghosts of the past shatter his hope for a better future?

Fate’s tangled web is about to entrap them all. Are the mages destined to return balance and stability to Ryuutachi? Or will their magic plunge the land into eternal chaos?

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Bright scorching flames blazed around Lian’s body, licking her exposed skin, coiling around her limbs and torso. She could feel their powerful heat as they writhed and lashed, but she remained impervious to their wrath. She gazed upward, high above the raging fire to its source, and was filled with a feeling of awe and fear. A beautiful, serpentine creature towered in the sky, its great crimson mane shining with fiery hues as it reared back, taking another deep breath.

Lian braced herself, her stance wide, arms bent with her fists clenched parallel to her ribs. The second blast bathed the slender woman in molten fury, and once again, she endured. She had taken the dragon off guard; she could see it hesitating, sizing her up, trying to figure out how she, an ordinary mortal woman, still stood defiantly before it. This was the perfect opportunity to strike back!

Still maintaining her pose, Lian reached into the depths of her soul to where her own wild inferno always burned. She drew that power upward with little coaxing, just as her father had taught her when she was a child. Her mouth opened wide, and a second later, flames, every bit as hot as those of the dragon’s, erupted from her. The gout of fire slammed into the unsuspecting dragon, inciting a roar of surprised outrage. Her blast had done no more harm to the dragon than its had to Lian; she made her point all the same.

As the flames tapered out, a broad grin spread over Lian’s face. Few had the gall to breathe fire back at a dragon, and the rush of adrenaline-fueled courage made her feel downright giddy. The dragon was regarding her more closely now, watching as her smirk turned into a laugh. It really should have seen its own face, she thought.

Much to her disappointment, the fight was over. The dragon lowered itself down, yellow eyes penetrating to her very spirit. Its lips parted, and she braced, thinking it was about to attack again after all, but instead, it spoke.

It’s, no his, voice was like nothing she had ever heard before. The deep rumble reminded her of standing in a circle of roaring bonfires. Yet, in contrast, his tone was gentle and imploring. Lian’s body relaxed, her demeanor turning somber.

Byetzu, Tiyomi. Rise to the Heavens and rain purging flame upon the broken, wicked world.” The words echoed, reverberating through Lian’s heart, bones, and mind. “Byetzu!

About the Author:

Headshot Large (1)Raised in a small town in South Central Alaska, Lucille J. Knight discovered her passion for writing at a young age and cobbled together a tremendously awful Star Wars fan novel by the time she finished middle school. As an adult, she began her career as a freelance ghostwriter before launching into indie publishing for herself with her debut novel Hexen Blood: Damnation. Lucille presently writes and publishes from Missouri.

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