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Deadly Destinations travels to Ireland with a visit to a ruined castle on the Montgomery Estate. Learn more about the Montgomery Estate in Gold, the second novel in the young adult paranormal Bandia series by Talia Vance. The first novel in the series is Silver. Want to know our thought’s on Silver? Read our review here.
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A visit to the ruined castle on the Montgomery Estate, by Austin Montgomery in GOLD
I may be ruler of the Underworld, but I’ve always considered Ireland my home. My estate sits on a bluff overlooking the ocean. The home is directly above Avernus, the gateway between worlds. It’ a magic place where the elements converge and meld, but it’s not magic that draws me to the place now.
I first met her at the ruins of an old castle, hidden in the trees on the northeast side of the property. The ruin is little more than a pile of rocks, two crumbling walls of stone fitted together at a right angle. The final remains of what was once a powerful stronghold.
It was the year of our lord 1009, long after the gods had been banished to the underworld by the Milesians, and I found myself in the unenviable position as the sole god who could still cross over to earth. The gods below were restless, but I was content to bide my time on earth and let my second, Pwil, rule below.
Danu, the last remaining demigod on earth, a half-breed who was the last hope for defeating the Milesians and allowing for the return of the gods on earth, pressured me to make an alliance with her daughter Gwyn. I flirted with the idea but never really came around to it.
The day was sunny and Gwyn had darted into the woods, begging me to chase her. I followed, but when I emerged in the meadow on the other side, it was not Gwyn who awaited me by the crumbling ruin.
The girl who stood before me was strangely dressed, in heavy leggings that showed off her form, leaving nothing to the imagination, and a wool shirt woven in intricate patterns like I’d never seen. Her hair hung in long waves to the middle of her back, as dark as her gaze, which met my own boldly. She reminded me of an angel, the way her delicate beauty contrasted with the surging power that seemed to radiate from within.
I heard Gwyn laugh in the distance, but I made no move to follow. All I could do was stare at the angel in front of me as she retreated against what was left of the stone wall.
“Austin?” she said. I went by Aaron then, and I found myself disappointed that she might be here for someone else.
“Would that I were,”
She looked at me like she didn’t quite believe me. Like she knew me.
“Do I know you?” I asked.
“It’s me. Brianna?” Her accent was even stranger than her clothing.
“Are you not from around here then?”
“Of course not.” She looked at me like I should know damn well who she was and where she was from.
All I could think was that I wanted to. “Are you an angel?”
“Hardly.” She laughed, a melodious sound that made me smile.
Gwyn called from across the meadow. “Aaron!”
“Aaron?” my angel asked, and another look of recognition crossed her face. Perhaps she was here for me after all.
I bowed and graced her with a formal introduction despite the impropriety of it. “Lord Lorcan.”
She just stared at me in disbelief. It wasn’t as though she could insist on manners under the circumstances. She’s the one who came to my property uninvited, wearing little more than nothing.
“And you are?” I asked.
“I think I’m from the future.”
“My future?” So she was just an over confident girl hoping to improve her prospects. I suppose her unusual beauty might have been enough for most men, but I was not a man, and did not fall prey to such weakness.
“Don’t you know?”
I smiled, because her attempt at flirtation was cute, even if it was wasted. “Your ambition is admirable, but I’m not exactly on the market.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself.”
“Pardon?” I could see that I was wrong. This girl was not there to flirt with me or trap me into marriage.
Gwyn came out of the trees, dragging her skirts in the grass and glaring at me with undisguised fury. I glanced back to the angel, but there was nothing but a swirl of mist where she’d stood.
One second she was there, challenging me with her eyes, and the next she was lost to me.
I didn’t know her. There was no reason for me to feel anything but idle curiosity. But I knew I would not sleep until I discovered who she was. Until I found her again.
I would not have thought it possible, but in the thousand years that followed, I would prove to be as weak as any man when it came to this girl. No stronger than the crumbled walls of the castle.
Talia Vance is a practicing litigation attorney living in Northern California with her real life love interest, two-point-five kids, and a needy Saint Bernard named Huckleberry. Talia has been writing since she could talk, making up stories for every doll, stuffed animal and action figure she could get her hands on. She grew up hoping to write the great American novel, but her life ran more along the lines of tortured romance and fast paced thrillers, so that’s what she writes.
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About this Book:
Descended from an Irish demigod, Brianna has fled to Ireland to escape destruction at the hands of her sworn enemies, the Sons of Killian. Taking refuge at the estate of her former nemesis, Austin Montgomery, Brianna discovers a rift in time that opens to an era before the feud began.
Wrestling with her newfound feelings for the more innocent Austin, Brianna begins to wonder if she can alter the past. But when Brianna and Austin learn that the Sons are raising an army of mythical beasts, the pair will need to use their magical strength in the present to avoid a tragic end.
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