Klast, loner, assassin and spy, has no idea that his destiny is linked to the maid he is sent to rescue. But even before he can fulfill it he must wrestle with his own demons, and help Lord Gaelen unmask a traitor. Failure will upset the Balance that Earth, goddess, needs to provide good harvests, health and peace. Earth has shown Liethis, true seer, that unless Klast completes his missions, more catastrophes, like the Red Fever that ravages the population, will follow. Time is short.
Yvonne Hertzberger a native of the Netherlands, immigrated to Canada in 1950. She is married with two grown children, (one married) and resides quietly in Stratford, Ontario with her spouse, Mark in a 130 year old, tiny, brick cottage, where she plans to live out her retirement. She calls herself a jill-of-all-trades Her many past paid jobs included banking, day care, residential care for challenged children, hairdressing (her favourite) retail, and customer service. She enjoys gardening, singing, the theatre, decorating and socializing with friends and family
Hertzberger is an alumna of The University of Waterloo, first with a B.A. in psychology, then and Hon. B.A. Sociology and stopped ½ a thesis short of an M.A. in Sociology. She is an avid student of human behaviour. This, and her personal experiences are what give her the insights she uses to develop the characters in her writing.
Hertzberger came to writing late in life, hence the label ‘late bloomer’. Her first Fantasy novel “Back From Chaos: Book One of Earth’s Pendulum” was published in 2009. The second volume in the planned trilogy “Through Kestrel’s Eyes” is available currently and the third book in the trilogy “The Dreamt Child” is pending.
Marja had been the lord's daughter. But now, as a captive, the world she knew is gone. So she understands the irony of being held captive in the same chamber that had been her haven. To top that, she has a decision to make that will affect not only her own future, but that of her conquered people. A tough spot for a young woman unused to such responsibility.
Book Excerpt
Back From Chaos
Now, she entered her own chamber as a captive. The irony was not lost on Marja. It almost made her weep. No fine clothes, no bath, no one to dress her hair or exclaim over her gown. No one to keep her company, laugh at her jokes or serve her tea and cakes. A prisoner behind a locked door. Forbidden to speak to anyone. Alone.
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