The Peradon Fantasy Series, #1
by Daccari Buchelli
Date of Publication: April 30th 2017
Publisher: Buchelli Books
Cover Artist: T.L. Mason
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Tagline: 'You're only a prisoner if you believe you are.'
Magic. Sheltered from the cruelties of the world, Princess Violetta came to adore it. When a terrible tragedy befalls her realm, she vows to shun her royal duties, setting off a chain of events that will see her true power come to light.
Prince Ryore spent his life at the mercy of his father and was deemed the weak link in the chain of command. His new found status as Emperor sees the entire Frost realm bow to him. Little does he know that enemies lurk within his walls, determined to end his reign before it begins.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/Gh3dyddZCDw
'Darius, can you feel that?'
A tingling sensation seeped into her bones. It pulsed through her, prickling the hairs on the back of her neck.
'Darius, something feels wrong.'
Violetta turned and was surprised to find Darius facing away. His tall frame appeared to have frozen beside her much loved tree, his face turned up toward the sky.
'Brother? What's wrong? Tell me.'
Violetta followed her brother's gaze.
Darkness stole over her. Violetta could see the storm a mile off and it showed no signs of letting up. She flinched as she felt something hit her face. Water? Darius began to stir, but Violetta's eyes remained fixed on the sky. She had heard of rain. It was said that the Air Realm was frequently visited by such cool showers, but never had she heard of a storm in the Flame Realm. At least, not since the Almighty Storm of the Ancients.
Violetta felt her courage flee her. She let out a high-pitched squeal; a reaction to the hands that had forced themselves around her arms.
'Shh, it's just me.' Darius stroked the golden waves of her hair. 'We must get inside. Understand?'
Violetta gazed into her brother's dark eyes. She nodded.
'Good, we haven't got long before the storm hits.'
Violetta dove toward Jork's ball. She trapped it between her wrinkled skirts, gathering it up in her slender arms. The rain gathered speed.
'Darius, I've got it!' she squealed. Silence greeted her. 'Darius? Where are you?'
Violetta could hear raised voices in the distance. They were muffled, likely from inside the secret passage they had used to get down here.
'Darius?' She spotted a limp shape stretched across the lap of her tree. 'DARIUS!'
Something struck Violetta hard in the shoulder, lifting her clean off the ground. Her mouth formed a silent scream as she flew through the air, clinging tight to Jork's ball. To Violetta's surprise, she landed on her feet.
Violetta's vision swam, her shoulder screaming in agony at a chunk of ice that had pierced the flesh. She glanced about, searching for Darius when something else zipped past her ear. Violetta tried to put thoughts of the pain aside. She gazed above her, where the sky had become a blinding white.
Violetta's fingernails dug into her ball and the agony she felt appeared to diminish. Her eyes snapped down to her shoulder, which only moments ago had been spiking with pain.
'That's not possible,' she gasped.
Violetta's skin was pale and smooth, not a cut or scratch anywhere in sight. Her eyes wandered down to Jork's ball, before flocking back to the pale skies above. This had to be a dream. The sky here wasn't white. It was a bright and beauteous blue, always.
Remembering how Darius had been struck, Violetta returned her gaze to her tree.
Her legs carried her over to him, aching with the sudden chill. Violetta was unsure of what she was going to find. She drew close and saw the tree's tangled roots embracing Darius. His mop of dark hair was slick with the rain, his eyes only just glazing over.
Violetta knelt down and gasped at the sight of her brother's chest. A large needle of ice had speared his flesh, spilling ruby liquid around its edges. A banshee's wail exploded from her.
All sound escaped Violetta's world. The edges of her vision darkened, leaving her only with eyes for her brother.
'Good Lord, Prince Darius!'
Clarisse's harsh voice cut through the silence. The elderly nursemaid sprinted past, her cold stare fixed on the limp form of their Realm's heir. She bent down to examine the prince's wounds, shooting an angry scowl Violetta's way.
'Just what did you think you were doing?' she snarled.
The veins in her forehead began to rise, as though attempting to escape from their fleshy prison.
Violetta's face was devoid of emotion. She could do little more than stare when a startled scream sounded nearby.
'Mother?' Violetta got back to her feet. 'Mother, ice is coming down from the sky. We must go. Darius said-'
Violetta locked eyes with her parent. Tears ran afresh down Queen Isobel's face as she raced through the rain to reach her child. Her golden curls, which were usually pinned atop her head, now hung loose and trailed limply down her back.
No-one noticed the shards of ice soaring past. Violetta wanted to run. She wanted to warn her mother before it was too late, but her body felt like it had frozen in place. She strained against her fear with all her might.
'Mother, we must go! Now!'
The queen darted across to the great oak tree. She scooped up the body of her only son, wailing against his dark mop of hair.
The despair in her voice matched the feelings that stirred within Violetta.
Queen Isobel refused to part from her son. He lay there, still as stone, his flesh growing colder by the moment. Violetta would remember this day for the rest of her life. She clung tight to Jork's gift and prepared to race, to grasp hold of her mother, when another shard shot out of the darkness. A struggling scream filled the air. It was a scream that would haunt her forever.
Born in 1993, British writer Daccari Buchelli spends his time focusing on his favourite genre, Fantasy. Having developed an early love of literature, he became determined to create his own magical wonderlands for fellow readers to explore. He spent his teenage years working on several Fantasy novellas, which he has yet to release to the general public.
He has since released the first book in a new Fantasy series, which revolves around young royals and the elemental magic that they possess.
As an active member of the LGBT+ community, Mr Buchelli hopes to help reduce intolerance and bullying by promoting acceptance and understanding of those different to ourselves.
MY INTERVIEW WITH DACCARI BUCHELLI
What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?
It is my goal to not only have both of the projects I'm currently working on published in time for the New Year, but to expand my distribution range in order to reach more avid readers.
I am in the process of casting a narrator for the Audiobook version of my Fantasy novel Phoenix, and so far things are looking good.
Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?
I've always felt that writing was a key part of my identity. It has always come naturally to me, ever since I first learned to read. I found myself making up stories when I was in school, which often led to me daydreaming about the dangerous antics my characters would get up to.
If I didn't write, then my imagination would fill my mind with so many ideas that it felt like it might explode. To this day it still does if I go even a few days without writing.
Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?
I do have a character that I've been working on, but it hasn't been for a long time. Just the other week I found myself with a character that I couldn't wait to start creating, forging their back-story, appearance and quirky habits.
Lily's character has a dark and mysterious past, although I don't intend to give this away using her appearance. To the typical passerby, she is just another excitable teen girl, attending proms, gossiping, and braving the world of the popular crowd. In reality, she is so much more.
If you could spend one-week with 5 fictional characters, who would they be?
Hermione Granger (Harry Potter), Richard Rahl (Sword of Truth), Elphaba (Wicked), Wizard Howl (Howl's Moving Castle), and Sabriel Abhorsen (Abhorsen Series).
Each of these characters has a natural gift, be it intelligence, magical ability, or a sharp wit. Each would provide no shortage of fun and would have a memorable impact on my life.
Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with this time?
Tokyo. I've always wanted to visit. The food, the culture, the architecture; they have always fascinated me. I'd want to explore it all, taste it all, learn it all. It is a place that I've wanted to visit since my childhood and if I ever get married, I would love to take my honeymoon there.
Can you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?
I'm currently working on two projects side by side, one being a thriller, the other Fantasy.
I'm currently working on two projects side by side, one being a thriller, the other Fantasy.
Book Two of The Peradon Fantasy Series, Symbiote, follows on five years from the events of Phoenix when an all consuming storm blankets the Realms of Peradon. Violetta Flame is called upon to make a choice that could seal the fate of her own people.
It is my first time working on a thriller, yet I remain confident that the story of Evylia Wilde in See will hold its own appeal to fans of the genre. After being cured of a horrific skin disease using fringe science, young Evy develops the ability for clairvoyance and begins to have visions from her past. Her story teaches us that sometimes the past stays buried for a reason.
20 ecopies of Phoenix in winner's chosen format (Mobi, epub, or pdf.)