Bertha Maude Anderson has no inkling of how famous she will become. She lives in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina in the year 1843. Her world changes forever when she is enticed to join The Romanoff Brothers Circus and her name is changed to INZARED, Queen of the Elephant Riders. Inzared discovers her true calling while learning to live with the nomadic Gypsies. From the hatred shown by some of the performers to the love she finds along the way, Inzared finds herself immersed in the rich folklore and customs of the misunderstood people who call the circus their home. Her one constant is Cecil, the elephant, and together they form a bond that no one can break as Inzared finds herself lured into the world of the Gypsies. Will Inzared cling to her own roots or try to break free of the chains that keep her from her destiny?
L.Leander is an e-book author, freelancer and songwriter. She writes for Yahoo! Content and does guest posts on author blogs and groups. As a child L.Leander dreamed of running away to join the circus. Instead, she grew up to write about it, bringing the magic alive for all who read her work.
Ms. Leander currently resides between Wisconsin and Mexico. INZARED, Queen of the Elephant Riders is the first book in a series about a Gypsy wagon circus in pre-Civil War America.
Some of the circus animals have been acting strange lately and no one can figure out why. Udo enters the ring with the lion, who is usually quick to obey his commands and do their show. However, this time something goes awry. With no provocation, the lion grabs his trainer's arm and refuses to let go. The audience is aghast at what is happening and bedlam breaks out. The circus people are quick to react and try to save the Lion Tamer by distracting the animal and restoring calm to the people who are watching.
INZARED, Queen of the Elephant Riders
I let out a gasp as Udo turned and the growling lion snatched his arm in a toothy embrace, causing the audience to scream in terror. Udo turned and tapped the lion on the nose commanding Boldo to release his grip. I felt a prickle of dread as Boldo roared, an ear splitting sound that caused everyone to cringe. “Something’s wrong,” I heard Paytre scream and he threw Cecil’s lead to me as he ran toward the ring. Boldo had seized Udo’s arm again, refusing to let go, and blood stained the trainer’s costume as the lion shook him back and forth, like a limp rag doll.