Monday, July 22, 2019

Check out the Bernovem Chronicles.

Looking for a wholesome action fantasy adventure for yourself or a loved one. One that will hold your child's interest? One that is a page turner with not overly long chapters to keep your childs interest at peak level. Then check out the Bernovem Chronicles. This is book 4: 'The Prophecy.' In the same genre as Chronicles of Narnia the Bernovem Chronicles have been praised by many. 

Kid's absolutely love this tale with Dwarfs, gnomes, fairies, talking animals, and an evil queen – all these and more can be found in The Bernovem Chronicles, an enchanting series jam packed with adventure mystery and intrigue.

 The whole world of Bernovem is in chaos, thanks to Resucca and his followers.
Kristina and company start out at Finimus Island―no more romantic, orchid scented, and breezy but raging with typhoons.
Sentiz and her followers have given the citizens of the lands two choices―become Irguls or face a horrific death.
Haunted by the gruesome old hag and the serpent, as well as dealing with her own personal teenage dilemmas, Kristina continues her mission of saving the lands.
Get ready for a whirlwind of events to transpire as well as an ending that will change the course of everything in this grand finale of The Bernovem Chronicles.

 Review:
 In this segment, Kristina is still continuing her mission to help save Bernovem. She is with her childhood friend, James. The land is in constant turmoil thanks to Sentiz.

The author has continued the story with the same exciting adventures and danger in the other three books. Her fantasy world is teeming with villans, monsters, and danger at every turn. Very exciting tale that young adults and adults as well, will find interesting and enjoyable. I loved the good v/s evil theme.
J. Grace
Excerpt 
Chapter 1 
Finimus Island was nothing like the first time Kristina had visited it, where the weather was hot―the scent of orchids permeated the air, and the white, sea-foam rolled onto the pale, sand beach.
The best part―yes, the very best part―Kristina thought, Werrien was there. Gorgeous, strong, kind, Prince Werrien. Kristina heaved a sigh. Where the heck are you? She sat in a mud puddle, shivering and gazed vacantly into an object; she now knew to be a Medallion.
The Medallion―a relic with a protection spell cast upon it―had saved her, Hector and James from being attacked by an enormous swarm of insects, and even though it had turned black, after it used up it’s supposed one-time protection spell, it may have just saved her a second time from falling to her death―to the sea―off a cliff, off the coast of Tezerel.
As if all the near-death experiences hadn’t been enough for Kristina, only a few minutes earlier, she’d been caught in a hidden jungle trap and strung up a tree―feet first.
The Medallion had suddenly turned hot in her pocket. She took it out, held it in her palm and while staring at it, an image of Werrien and her in a dark cave appeared inside it.
James, Kristina’s former childhood friend, now with her in Bernovem―for what reasons, she couldn’t fathom, other than she’d been told he was there to help her find part of Bernovem’s Book of Prophecy―stood a few feet from her, staring down at her with contempt in his steel blue eyes.  
Kristina wanted to tell James what she’d just seen in the Medallion―Werrien and her by a fire, in a shadowy, cave―in reality, Strolin, under Sentiz’s embellishment spell―made to look just like her. Being that the image in the pendant lasted only a few seconds before it disappeared; she decided she wouldn’t bother telling him. Why would I? I just finished explaining to James―while I hung upside down from the tree―that I’d viewed in front of me, in the jungle, the gruesome, old hag, who’d tormented me throughout my journey in Bernovem―and of course he didn’t believe me.
Hungry, irritated and not having much patience, James asked Kristina, “Are you just going to sit in the mud and stare at that thing all day.”
Kristina glared up at his annoyed face. “Yeah! I may just do that?” She grinned, cynically at him.
James inhaled impatiently. “Would you get up off your butt so we can get moving!” he said.
Rustling in the foliage sounded again, in the same area Kristina had seen the old hag appear.
Kristina stood quickly―her stomach bundled with nerves.
Someone stepped out from amidst the trees. It wasn’t the old hag, but a wet, red-haired, middle-aged dwarf woman, holding a homemade umbrella, crafted out of a large tropical leaf, and the stick part―a bamboo stock. Clutched in her other hand was a walking stick, at least a foot taller than her head.


Victoria Simcox
 was born in Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, to an Austrian immigrant mother and a Dutch immigrant father. She now calls Western Washington home. Besides her writing career, Victoria taught elementary-school art for several years. Her past times are writing, reading, painting watercolors, hiking and spending time with her hubby of 28 years. She likes to read theological as well as some fantasy genres. Two of her favorite authors are R.C. Sproul and C.S. Lewis.
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