Virtual Book Tour: Water & Storm Country (Country Saga #3) by David Estes
"Water & Storm
Country" (Country Saga #3) by David
Date: June 6th 2013.
Formats: Paperback (only at Amazon),
Kindle, Nook, Smashwords
The book is suitable for all
Huck Jones, the son of
the admiral of the Soaker fleet, has a legacy to live up to. Haunted by the
distorted memories of his mother's untimely death, he must face his demons and
the man who raised him as he strives to take the courageous step forward into
manhood. When he's transferred to the worst-performing ship in the fleet,
everything he believes is called into question when he meets a lowly
brown-skinned bilge rat girl. Huck walks a deadly
destined to be a Rider in the Stormer army, seeks to avenge her brother's death
at the hands of the Soakers. Trained hard by her mother, an experienced Rider,
Sadie knows strength and determination more than most. Her father, a Man of
Wisdom, has shown his cowardice more times than she can count. As her world and
family fall apart, she must cast aside her anger and focus on the wisdom she's
always brushed off as foolishness.
Amidst everything, a
Plague ravages all, discriminating against no one.
When four worlds collide,
lines will be drawn, sides will be chosen, victory will be sought. Death will
be wrought. The mysteries of the Cure for the deadly Plague will be uncovered. Who
will survive? And what will those who do learn about themselves and the ones
When the weight of Gard’s
heavy hands lifts from the crown of my head, I look up and the war leader nods.
I stand to cheers and thunder from stomping feet, stride toward the stables,
invincible, where a horse is being led toward
a sleek, black hide, long, black mane, and fierce brown eyes, she’s everything
I always imagined she would be. Stamping her feet, pulling at the ropes,
snorting heavy plumes of breath out of her flaring nostrils, she’s
It takes four strong men, Riders, to control her,
and even then, she’s uncontrollable. Wild. Hungry. Mine.
As I approach, I notice a mar on the complete darkness of her coloring: A
single patch of white sits high on her nose, almost between her ears, shaped
like a butterfly. White wings.
Can she fly?
I’m still admiring her wild and untamed perfection, wondering
where she was found, how hard it was for the Horse Whisperers to lure her close
enough to capture her, whether she put up a fight, when one of the ropes are
thrust into my hands.
Thankfully, I have enough sense to
grab it firmly, to hold on, to remember the words my mother taught me, let them
flow freely through my mind. I am yours, you are mine, we are one. A warrior
and a steed become a Rider. Fight with me even as I fight with you. Separate,
our strength is breakable, matched by many; combined, our power is above all,
The words roll over and over in my mind as
I take the second rope, walking my hands up the thick strands, feeling them
burn my palms as the horse bucks and strains against the bonds that are so
foreign to a creature that has known only complete freedom while roaming wild
on the plains.
Freedom is an illusion. I’m surprised to
hear my father’s words in my head while I’m so focused on approaching my horse.
I shake my head and resume my chant, this time out loud, first as a whisper and
then louder and louder as I get closer and closer. The horse isn’t calmed by my
words, but I know she hears them, because she’s completely focused on me now,
and I’m oblivious to the ceremony that continues behind me.
Passion. The name occurs to me just like my mother said it would, right
when one of the Riders are thrown down when the horse charges sharply to one side. “Passion,” I say, and she stands perfectly still, matching the intensity
of my gaze. “Sadie.” She snorts, as if my name is but a cricket under the stomp
of her grand feet. And so it is.
I shouldn’t be this
close, not at the first meeting. My mother told me, but it takes Passion to
She seems calm since I spoke her name. Her
head even bows a little, and my mother said a wild horse will never do that.
Already, our bond is special. I reach forward to rub the white
butterfly on her nose.
Her drooping eyes suddenly flash
with anger and her head bucks as she leaps forward, butting me, throwing me
backward, nearly stomping on my leg as I skid across the grass.
David Estes was born in El Paso, Texas but moved to
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania when he was very young. He grew up in Pittsburgh and
then went to Penn State for college. Eventually he moved to Sydney, Australia
where he met his wife and soul mate, Adele, who he’s now been happily married
to for more than two years. A reader all his life, David began
writing novels for the children's and YA markets in 2010, and has completed 14
novels, 12 of which have been published. In June of 2012, David became a
fulltime writer and is now travelling the world with Adele while he writes
books, and she writes and takes photographs. David gleans
inspiration from all sorts of crazy places, like watching random people do
entertaining things, dreams (which he jots copious notes about immediately after
waking up), and even from thin air sometimes! David’s a writer with
OCD, a love of dancing and singing (but only when no one is looking or
listening), a mad-skilled ping-pong player, an obsessive Goodreads group
member, and prefers writing at the swimming pool to writing at a table. He
loves responding to e-mails, Facebook messages, Tweets, blog comments, and
Goodreads comments from his readers, all of whom he considers to be his