The document provides 6 excerpts from the epic fantasy book "Savage Storm: Rys Rising Book II" which continue the storylines of characters from clashing magical civilizations. The excerpts depict Amar seeking an alliance with tribes, Cruce attempting to rescue captives from savages, friends talking before battle, Demeda sending Amar into battle, Dacian showing mercy in his message, and Dacian and Onja liberating the rys and envisioning defending their new kingdom. It concludes by informing the reader how to start reading the series.

1. Six Flash Excerpts from the Epic Fantasy Savage Storm: Rys Rising Book II
by Tracy Falbe
Savage Storm continues the Rys Rising series, an epic fantasy that intertwines the
storylines of characters from clashing civilizations led by powerful magical beings the rys
and the tabre.
1. Amar seeks an alliance with the nomadic Kelsur Tribe.
Burbin said, “If it is the will of your Onja that the Kelsurs should fight for her,
why does she not come to us herself?”
“Because she has sent me as her messenger,” Amar answered readily. “Do you
make all your requests in person? Is it wise to ignore the messengers of the powerful?”

2. Burbin groped for a come back to Amar’s facetious answer, but Moto interrupted,
“Enough of this. Our tongues go in circles. If your rys is so powerful and you are her
messenger, then her power will let you pass a test that I would put to you. If you pass, I
will grant my hunters leave to volunteer for you if they wish.”
Amar listened carefully to the translation, and his eyes lit up. This was progress.
“Will you face my test?” Moto goaded.
Amar naturally wanted to ask what the test was, but such quibbling hesitation
would show weakness.
“Of course,” he answered.
Moto looked over his shoulder at the hunters seated behind him. A tall man rose
like a bear out of a berry patch. The thick muscles upon his long frame looked as hard
and smooth as the granite upon which he stood.
“Only the spirits can help you against Bifolomo,” Moto said gleefully as his
magnificent hunter moved forward. He looked like he could wrestle an elk to the ground.
His eyes sparkled with wolfish intensity as he eyed the outlaw born under a roof.
2. Cruce attempts to rescue two men captured by the savages.
Even without Truleo’s help, Cruce could have located the captive militiamen. The
howling, singing, and chanting punctuated by the most chilling screams drew him and the
tabre rapidly to the fire lit ring. Many rows of savages insulated some horrible scene. On
the outer fringe the savages milled and jockeyed for position, trying to see better the
ritual murder of their prisoners.
Cruce and Truleo hovered in the darkness just outside the savage gathering.
Nearby they could hear other men rushing to the scene, hoping to experience the
gruesome sacrifice. Cruce knew that he would have to plunge into that merciless mass of
bodies and do what he could. Another scream shredded his ears and amid the shouts and
chants he heard screeching Nufalese curse words.
“Truleo, after I go in, make a distraction,” Cruce said.
The tabre was panting, but not from exertion. He was having a startling
physiological reaction to the naked emotions rising from the savages and their victims.
He had never imagined such horrors nor had he thought he could feel so small and weak
before a group of humans. Their bloodlust exceeded those of any other animal and the
power of it made him tremble.
“Truleo!” Cruce hissed urgently.
“I’m afraid,” the tabre said.
Cruce’s eyes bulged. “I’m going in there now,” he said, exasperated that the tabre
was afraid when he was the one rushing alone into the raving pumping heart of
savagedom.
More screams erupted, speaking to the worst of pains, and Truleo quailed.
“Do something now!” Cruce commanded and ran into the crowd.
3. Two friends talk before grim battle.

3. At the village smithy, they found a stone wheel with which to hone their weapons,
and Rayden learned that every single arrow was already on the walls with other archers.
His quiver would stay empty.
“Have to do this one the hard way,” Rayden sighed and drew his sword and
applied it to the sharpening stone while Cruce spun it with the foot paddle.
“Thanks for saving me,” Cruce said belatedly.
Rayden did not look up from his sharpening. “You don’t have to thank me,
Cruce,” he said.
Cruce fell silent. Rayden was right. Taking care of each other was what they were
supposed to do. Rayden stopped to examine his sword’s blade and deemed it good. Cruce
stopped spinning the sharpening stone and said, “If I die, you can have my house in
Kahtep.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Rayden said sternly. True disapproval crinkled his happy
boyish face. “I’m not a friend you need to buy.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Cruce said, really regretting if he had caused offense.
Rayden slid his sword into its scabbard. “I’m not your friend because of what you
have,” he said.
The sentiment touched Cruce. A trustworthy friend was a great treasure. Inspired
by rowdy nights in easier times, Cruce’s sense of humor nudged his gloominess. “So you
don’t want the house?” he asked.
Grinning, Rayden replied, “I can’t afford the taxes.”
4. Demeda sends Amar forth into battle.
Amar regarded her without any patience. She knew that he had no use for any
female words of caution or caring as he rushed to cross blades with the destinies of other
men.
“Lord Amar,” she said. “I have brought you something.” Demeda lifted a yellow
ribbon braided with a long lock of her black hair. She tied it around his right biceps. Its
yellow stood out against the black leather sleeve. She said, “The Temulanka have long
been the enemy of my tribe. This truth flows in my blood. Allow me to accompany you
in this small way as you fight them.”
Amar took her hand after she tied on the ribbon. His gauntlet was rough against
her small hand, but he indulged her with a fleeting look of tenderness.
Demeda then grasped the pommel of his enchanted iron sword and drew it from
his belt. She lifted the blade and kissed it. Giving it back to him, she said, “Let my kiss be
upon the sword that kills the one who was to be my husband.”
Amar sheathed the weapon and commented, “You are a vindictive girl to a man
you never met.”
“I was to be his fourth wife. I took much offense from that insult,” she explained.
5. Dacian is merciful and sends a message.

4. The third tabre was thrown from his horse and landed at the side of the road.
Dacian jumped on his back. With a knee pressing on the tabre’s spine, Dacian twisted his
arms back and leaned over his head.
“Tell the Grand Lumin if he visits Jingten, Dacian will extend to him the same
hospitality he showed me,” Dacian said.
The tabre priest turned his head, trying to see the rys on his back. “Dacian?” he
said. “It’s Benar. Why is this happening?”
Dacian had recognized the priest. Benar had never been especially rude, but he
had been no friend either. And the tabre’s pathetic attempt at familiarity disgusted
Dacian.
“Why is this happening?” Dacian repeated angrily. “Is this not part of the
Kwellstan Sect’s grand plan for Jingten?”
“Dacian, help us. This is all because of the rys female, Onja. She has brought
murder upon us all,” Benar blathered.
Dacian shoved the tabre’s face roughly into the road. Onja wove her way among
the smoking bodies of tabre and horses and joined Dacian.
“He blames you for what is happening in Jingten,” Dacian informed her.
“I did not sow that field,” she said. “Let me kill him. I am ashamed that I did not
get all three with one spell.”
“Dacian,” Benar whined as Dacian pressed his face harder.
Despite his cruel mood, Dacian chose to be merciful. “You are spared, Benar. Tell
your kind to stay out of the Rysamand Mountains,” he said and released the tabre.
Benar popped up to his hands and knees and looked up fearfully at the two rys
lording over him. With his Nebakarz-trained sight, he saw their light blue auras flexing
with unchained power. Witless with fear, the tabre sparkled with an instinctive shield
spell and scrambled away. He cried out upon seeing the bodies of his brethren but he did
not pause. Still screaming, he ran eastward into the night.
“I wanted to kill him,” Onja complained.
Dacian embraced her and kissed her hot murderous lips. “I let him go so he will
infect all of the tabre with fear,” Dacian said.
6. Dacian and Onja liberate the rys.
Dacian and Onja entered the tower with the rushing crowd of rys. They mounted
the marble platform and entered the levitation shaft. They went first to the Nebakarz
library and secured it with spells and then they checked all the private chambers of the
priests and collected their journals and warding crystals. With these potentially important
things in their possession, Dacian and Onja allowed the other rys to loot the tower and
glut themselves on righteous destruction. It suited the new King and Queen to let their
willing subjects strip the tower of furnishings and smash Nufalese décor. Dacian and
Onja would remake their new stronghold to suit themselves.
From the observatory, they watched the rys rushing through the tower in an
ecstasy of possession.
Looking down the center of the tower that sang with insurrection, Onja said, “The
tabre will never take back this place. Never.”

5. Dacian wholly agreed but warned, “Yet we shall surely have to defend our new
kingdom.”
“After this night many of our rys will volunteer for such service, and we shall
train them to fight,” Onja said.
Visions of war paraded in Dacian’s mind. With Onja and rys warriors at his side,
he would cross the frontlines of history and Nufal would shudder within its shell of
civilization.
If you would like to start reading this fantasy series, you can download the
first book Rys Rising for free at Brave Luck Books.
http://www.braveluck.com Kindle, PDF, and Epub format available
worldwide.
Or look for the ebook or paperback at your favorite online retailer.

6. Dacian wholly agreed but warned, “Yet we shall surely have to defend our new
kingdom.”
“After this night many of our rys will volunteer for such service, and we shall
train them to fight,” Onja said.
Visions of war paraded in Dacian’s mind. With Onja and rys warriors at his side,
he would cross the frontlines of history and Nufal would shudder within its shell of
civilization.
If you would like to start reading this fantasy series, you can download the
first book Rys Rising for free at Brave Luck Books.
http://www.braveluck.com Kindle, PDF, and Epub format available
worldwide.
Or look for the ebook or paperback at your favorite online retailer.