Today I am on the Blog Tour for The Sacred Band Trinity and I am here with an extract for you all.
Before I share that though, here’s some information on the books.
Title: Palladium (The Sacred Band Trinity #1) Author: James MacTavish Publisher: Clink Street Publishing Published: 7th April 2022 Format: Ebook Source: N/A Summary: The legendary myths of Ancient Greece and Arthurian Britain are brought together in the search for a prized relic of limitless power born from the love and grief of the goddess Pallas Athena herself. The descendants of the Sacred Band of Thebes – one hundred and fifty male lovers and the bravest of warriors – have sworn an oath to defend the relic and protect it from falling into the wrong hands…an honour shared by Six of the direct descendants of King Arthur’s Round Table of Knights. Challenge comes from the Knights’ own former brethren, the Six that believe in an alternative vision of control and order for the world. Both factions have been at war over the centuries…and now comes the opportunity for each to realise their destinies.
Title: Excalibur (The Sacred Band Trinity #2) Author: James MacTavish Publisher: Clink Street Publishing Published: 7th April 2022 Format: Ebook Source: N/A Summary: Following the events of ‘Palladium’ – the sacred statue born of ancient Greece, has been found. The knights of the White Dragon wield both the Palladium and the Necklace of Harmonia once again, a power strong enough to both create and topple empires. The world however, remains largely unchanged since the Red Dragon encountered their foes at Tintagel, leaving them to wonder exactly what their former brethren of the Round Table have planned. Meantime, a legendary relic entwined to both factions has had its own calling, with one Knight in particular having to rise to the challenge.
Title: Grail (The Sacred Band Trinity #3) Author: James MacTavish Publisher: Clink Street Publishing Published: 7th April 2022 Format: Ebook Source: N/A Summary: The Sacred Band Trinity concludes with the remaining Red Dragon members in a race against time to prevent Lady Morgan Worthington and her White Dragon acolytes fulfilling an ancient prophecy that would reshape the world. Luke Allen possesses the fabled blade of Excalibur, but must understand its true nature in order to wield it, whereas younger brother Adam conflicted by grief and duty as a Sacred Band warrior. The mysteries of King Arthur and the Round Table unfold before them both, and to prevent centuries worth of history repeating once more, they and their allies must stand and confront the power of the Trinity – the foundation of many faiths – and be prepared to do whatever is necessary to protect those they love. Even if this means making the ultimate sacrifices.
Archelaus held his shield high, absorbing the blows of bronze blades crashing down upon it. His knees buckled at the second hit, sending him to the ground. ‘Where is he?’ Has he fallen?’ Knowing the third hit would undoubtedly break not only his shield but his spirit, the relief of meeting Charon on the shores of the River Styx began to seep into his veins. This calm was split by a flash of blue light glimpsed in the corner of his eye, quickly followed by the weak last cries of several Macedonian soldiers.
The outstretched arm of Damon greeted Archelaus, hauling him to his feet. ‘What kept you?’ Archelaus softly mocked as they embraced.
‘I can’t watch you all the time …’ Damon managed to stutter out before slanting heavily to one side, clutching his side.
‘You’re injured.’ Archelaus fussed, placing his hand over Damon’s wound, trying to stop the blood now welling between his fingers.
‘Can you stand?’
‘Do I have a choice? Look at us. We’re overrun!’
‘How many of the Band are left?’
‘Hard to say. I saw Dwight and Egor both fall. Dinis and Dimitri fell back to the Well with whoever was left. A last stand.’
Archelaus lifted and steadied Damon over his broad shoulders ‘Fall back. Band of Thebes, fall back.’ he bellowed with all he could muster. Damon winced as Archelaus twisted his body in a frantic series of swipes and thrusts from his sword, cutting down adversaries in their path of retreat. A careless deflection of an opposing blade split his weapon, but the broken tip was all that was needed to pierce the throat, setting off a quick spray of blood across both their faces.
Breathing heavily on his neck, ‘You never were the best when it came to a blade.’ Damon wheezed, ‘… so clumsy!’
Archelaus managed to crack a quick smile before refocusing. ‘Some cover please? Give me a chance to have you retreat in one piece.’
Upon hearing Archelaus’ command, Damon gripped his companion’s upper arm tightly and raised his own fist in salute. A shimmering blue band circled his wrist just at the moment two Macedonians launched a direct frontal assault, both their spears in full charge, only to splinter within inches of Damon’s forearm. Their momentary perplexity was enough for Archelaus to summon a flash of blue flame and hurl it, melting both bodies.
‘We can’t keep on like this’ Damon confessed in a weakening tone.
‘We can! We’re not far from the Well … and support. I hope.’
‘Phillip will get what he came for. We have failed. The Band has …’
Damon’s apparent capitulation was interrupted by the chant of the famed Theban war cry. ‘We are the Lions. We are the Lions.’ A rallying shiver went down their spines, as they heard the voices of brothers in harmony echoing back to the great general Pelopidas and join with the shower of sparks of blue flame across the cindered sky, deep into the Macedonian phalanx, despite knowing its meaning and inevitable outcome.
‘We should get to the Well now!’ Archelaus commanded.
‘We can’t leave the Band!’ spat Damon, fingers fumbling wearily over his short scabbard. ‘We m-must … stand …!’ he muttered, panting.
‘Well. Now.’ snapped Archelaus.
Their feet slid through the mud of the battlefield, the cries of their brothers slowly fading. A few isolated spears and abandoned shields bearing the double-headed dragon insignia of Cadmus protruding out of the ground entranced Damon as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Youthful memories were evoked, the stories of old – uttered around crackling campfires to aspiring young men and women of Thebes.
About the Author
James MacTavish brings his love of mythology and history together in gripping stories that transport the reader from present day events to the antiquities of Ancient Greece and Arthurian legend. Having been inspired by several works focusing on the journey of coming out, finding your place and living life to the full – MacTavish looks to challenge the cultural stereotypes of this genre and instead presents his audience with ‘heroes’. Characters that can inspire and lead, not just be accepted. The imaginative stories are deeply researched with creative flair, focusing on the themes of loyalty, duty and the love of family. As a keen competitive swimmer, expect references to an individual’s strength and discipline whilst championing the notion that sometimes, to be different is to be better.