Book One of The Seer Trilogy by Maree Anderson
Hope is snatched from her home and transported to a primitive world of magic and capricious gods. The Dayamari people believe she’s a Seer and their only hope of salvation, but she’s blind—she can’t see anything at all, let alone the future. She must accept her destiny and learn to wield the awe-inspiring powers the gods have bestowed upon her. And if she’s to save those she loves from the horrifying evil that lurks in the darkness, failure is not an option.
Other Books in The Seer Trilogy:
- Seer’s Promise (Book 2 of The Seer Trilogy)
- Seer’s Choice (Book 3 of The Seer Trilogy)
- The Seer Trilogy Bundle (Books 1-3)
|Genre:||Fantasy (with romantic elements)|
|Length:||Novel, approx 107,000 words|
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Reviews for Seer’s Hope:
“‘Seer’s Hope’ is a fabulous start to this fantasy romance trilogy. The characters introduced are great; such as Dayamar, Varaya and the mysterious Chryss, plus the three Gods that interact with Hope and their people. The story line is very moving in places, plus the budding romance between Hope and Blayne certainly heats up. I did though have a few niggles with the story line, and although some of my questions were answered, they were not answered thoroughly enough to explain some of what Hope has to endure. The ending was heart breaking, and I’ll certainly be checking out “Seer’s Promise” and “Seer’s Choice” to discover the outcome of Hope’s actions. 4½ stars” ~ Book Addict, Amazon UK
“An epic whirlwind from start to finish. With a surprising twist at the end. Something I truly didn’t expect. I’m looking forward to reading the last two books in this trilogy. […] I loved Hope’s adventures and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes science fiction, romance, adventure, magic and best of all a good laugh. Happy reading.” ~ SLACKER888, iBooks AU
“This is among the best books I’ve ever read. Truly amazing. I was pulled in by Hope and pulled along by her amazing character.” Darkmoon9999 iBooks AU
“all i can say is ????? this book was awesome i couldnt put it down!!!!! i am so looking forward to book 2 and now that i know there is a book 3 i am on my way to buy both i totally recommend this book to all.” ~ Jennifer LeBlanc, Amazon
“I loved everything about this book! […] I recommend this to anyone wanting to read something filled with romance, adventure, and courage.” ~ Brittany, Goodreads
“Incredible story. Well written and I could not put it down. The love story along with the paranormal as well as off world descriptions kept me enthralled. I have found another author to add to my collection.” ~ Anonymous, Barnes & Noble
“I loved this book, it had me completely enthralled right from the beginning. I just didn’t want to put it down. A must read book, both gripping and entertaining. Highly recommended.” ~ Buddy, Amazon UK
“Loved it! Very good read, I was drawn into the story and couldn’t wait to see what the next page would bring. The [author] did an amazing job of bringing the setting and character’s to life. Will definitely read the rest of the trilogy!” ~ Happy 1, Amazon US
“Seer’s Hope was very original, in my opinion. The characters are bold and fun, but I felt like some missing factors really influenced the overall feel of the novel. Seer’s Hope offers up a brand new world that is full of mysteries, but I felt that the need for everyone to like Hope was too strong–she is definitely a captivating female lead, but she is fragile at the same time due to her lack of sight. Blayne makes a great counterpart for her; he’s strong, dependable, and very masculine, making them a very hot couple. The intimate scenes were not very graphic, but the turn of events that happened to the main female lead were just to quick and I feel that the lack of buildup in both Blayne and Hope’s relationship as well as her establishment with Blayne’s settlement really made the substance in the plot fall through, which is why I could only give 4 stars instead of 5. It was an enjoyable novel, but I would’ve loved it so much more if Blayne and Hope’s relationship had more connection at the beginning before everything spiraled out.” aliceinwonderland, Amazon US
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The Seer Trilogy
Excerpt from Seer’s Hope
By Maree Anderson
Her brain came back on line slowly—too slowly. Her sluggish, clumsy limbs didn’t seem to belong to her body. She inhaled and caught a whiff of that herbal fragrance again. Oh God. She was not alone.
She rolled off the thin pallet, curling into a defensive crouch, and waited, increasingly uneasy when he did nothing, said nothing.
It was too damn quiet—no purr of luxury vehicles or steady thrum of pleasure craft motoring up the marina. No slap of waves against moorings. No other people. Only him.
When he cleared his throat her heart stuttered. She snatched a breath and exhaled slowly. She mustn’t allow herself to be distracted again.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I’m the Panakeya. I won’t hurt you.”
“You’ve been unconscious for more than a day. How do you feel now?”
“I feel fine.” An out and out lie, but he didn’t need to know that. “I will be fine on my own now,” she told him. “I will find my own way home. I do not need your help.”
Good grief. Where had those formal, stilted words come from? Her hand crept to her lips as she cast about for something more forceful to say, but the necessary words only popped into her head if she concentrated hard. It was like thinking in English but being forced to speak a different language. She pinched the bridge of her nose to help her to focus.
A callused hand grasped her chin, tilting her face upward.
“Leave. Me. Alone!” She slapped his hand away and punctuated her demand by lashing out with a fist, but he must have read her intentions in her eyes because she connected with air.
“Thought as much.” A pause, and then, “I’m Blayne.”
Blayne. Images of a man careened through her mind and somehow, she knew they were of him. It was a tantalizing vision of the future—her future—inexplicably intertwined with his.
She shook her head, rejecting the vision, refusing to dwell upon the wonder, the magic of such a gift. She didn’t need anyone. She sure as heck didn’t need him.
“Have you been blind from birth, or were you blinded in an accident of some sort?” Professional curiosity infused his tone. Better than pity, at least, but it didn’t incline her to reveal such private details to a stranger.
“I want to go home. Please call me a— a—” Her jaw sagged. She could clearly visualize “taxi” but the word had vanished from her vocabulary as though it had been excised from the language…. Or never existed at all.
Panic stroked her spine. This bizarre situation was getting way out of hand. She crawled to her feet, took a couple of hesitant steps to test her ankle and—
Her shoulder scraped against an expanse of cold unyielding stone.
Biting back a startled whimper, she extended her hands, feeling her way inch by cautious inch, patting the stone wall with her palms. The ambient temperature was cooler the farther she ventured. The air was unnaturally still. And those echoes….
He’d brought her to a cave? No way. Seaview was a trendy seaside resort town. She’d lived there all her life. There were no caves.
“I know you’re scared but I won’t harm you. I’m a healer for gods’ sakes!”
He sounded affronted and intuition told her he’d spoken the truth. He wasn’t going to hurt her. She could trust him. He would help her. She knew this absolutely to be true. But in the aftermath of the car wreck she’d learned to be self-contained. Too often, people claiming to have her best interests at heart had tried to take advantage. Now she didn’t trust anyone except Maggie, the woman who’d been her mother’s best friend. So damned if she’d trust a stranger, and put herself entirely at his mercy—
Strident voices boomed in her mind. You can trust him. Trust him… trust him… trust him…. TRUST HIM!
A pulse at her temple throbbed with each echo. The band of tension across her forehead tightened until even her sinuses ached. Pressing the heels of her palms to her eye sockets, she willed herself not to scream. Coherent thought was almost impossible. It was easier to give in, easier to believe the voices. Easier to trust Blayne.
She hunched her shoulders. She would let him help her—for now, anyway And as though a switch had been flipped, the headache and accompanying pains instantly vanished.
A ragged sigh escaped her lips.
“Are you all right?” His voice again, gentle, concerned.
“Yes.” Another lie. Because what on earth was right about any of this?
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Hope.”
His unusual accent gave her plain, uninteresting name an exotic quality . Despite her churning belly and racing heart, her lips quirked upward.
“Okay, Hope. You’ve got some minor cuts and scratches, and from that limp I’m guessing you’ve twisted your ankle. Will you let me check it? Please?”
What other choice did she have? “Yes.” She tensed her muscles, fighting the need to flee, and waited for him to approach and guide her. And when he grasped her hand, she couldn’t help a muffled squeak.
He led her to another area of the cave and urged her to sit. “First I’m going to clean this scrape on your knee, okay?”
He dabbed on a liquid that smelled of minty turpentine and stung like blazes She hissed beneath her breath, biting the inside of her cheek until the stinging eased.
He pulled her foot into his lap and fumbled with her footwear for a moment, before undoing the buckle and easing her sandal from her foot. And as he ran his hands over her ankle, his fingers gently probing for injuries, she held herself very still, painfully aware of her vulnerability.
He hit a sore spot. When she winced and bit her lips, his probing fingers stilled. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s nothing serious. Just a sprain.”
He slathered on a salve and massaged it in with firm but careful fingers. Warmth infused her skin, relaxing her twitching muscles. And finally, he wrapped her ankle tightly with a supple strip of material and tucked in the ends.
“Where are we?” she plucked up the courage to ask, dreading his answer.
She knit her brows. “Dye-a-mah-ree-a. Where is that, exactly?”
“My home. My settlement is a few days walk from here. Where are you from?”
“What makes you think I do not come from around here?”
A pause. “It’s obvious you don’t.”
Oh. Okay. “I come from Seaview.”
Another pause, longer this time. “See-View? I’ve never heard of such a place.”
Not good. Sooo not good. Where the hell was she?
Seer’s Hope by Maree Anderson
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