The Battle For Darracia  Virtual Book Tour


​About the Book:
Title: The Battle for Darracia: Books I – II – III

Author: Michael Phillip Cash

Publisher: Chelshire, Inc.

Pages: 542

Genre: Sci/Fi / Fantasy

The Battle for Darracia Books I, II, and III, are now combined into one epic novel! On the planet Darracia, an ever-widening social gap between its inhabitants is causing turmoil that is fracturing a once peaceful world. Struggling with his identity, nineteen year old Prince V’sair must harness the power of the elusive Fireblade, the secret to a warrior’s heart, in order to overcome his uncle Staf Nuen’s lust for supremacy. Will the energy of the Elements guide the young prince to his true destiny or will Staf Nuen conquer Darracia?
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My Review: 4 out of 5 stars 

A book you do not want to miss out on. 

This is the first book that I have read by Michael Phillip and I enjoyed it very much. I will have to say at the beginning I wasn’t sure but ended up wanting more at the the end. 

I enjoyed getting to know the characters in this book. I felt very connected to them when reading this book. 

This book has just the right amount of action and adventure that will keep you reading and wanting more it will also leave you thinking. 

I was given a free copy of this book in exchange for my review. 

Book Excerpt:

“Tosh, tosh, my husband. You have made the kingdom safe. You have set the stage

for a great future. V’sair will bring in a new age to this planet—one of peace and unity. Quyroos, Darracians, and Plantans will have an equal say in the Moon Council.”

“In that order, my love?” he asked her with a charming smile. He was so rakishly handsome that her eyes never tired of drinking in his strength and masculine beauty.

Drakko held her hands in his giant ones. “You are cold?” His face appeared concerned. He looked up and called to one of the many attendants, “A wrap for my lady!” Then he looked at the two Quyroos who fed the constant fire in the enormous fireplace. “Build up the fire!”

They turned the lever that added fuel, and he watched the flames roar, the heat bathing Reminda’s face. Many of the Darracians hurriedly moved away from the warmth; Countess Beatha scowled and tossed off one of her jackets. She snapped for a servant to bring her fan, opened it, and made a great display of her growing discomfort with the heat. Drakko smirked and told the servants to make it hotter. He motioned for an attendant to bring a steaming cup of chay for his wife. When it was delivered to her, she sipped it with a satisfied smile.

Reminda had worked hard to tame this wild race. Darracian men were quick to temper, and Drakko’s father had ruled this planet with an iron fist. Though she came from another world, Darracians did not take well to anyone who looked different. It was only after the birth of their child that she had seen a change in her husband. A smile touched her lips when she thought of the first time she had placed the soft, mewing newborn into his iron-like embrace. The steel had melted, replaced with a bond of love. That day the great warrior king had changed forever.

Drakko threw back his great head and roared with laughter. “So it is finally time?” he asked Reminda, his face full of mirth. “You know I would have arranged it.” He looked at the servant girl appreciatively. “It is late for him to be traveling to the Desa.”

“I know, but we have to let him do something…Oh, I can’t believe this!”

“What?” Drakko started to turn.

“No, no. Don’t look at them.” She pulled his arm so that he faced her. “Zayden has just given him another a drink.” She laughed lightly. “Poor V’sair. He has such a stupid

look on his face.”

Drakko smiled. “Should I call Zayden?”

“I need to speak to Tulani. He should be fine by then. Make sure this is his last one.”

“Of course. Do you need me to talk to V’sair?”

“There is no need. Mo’mo has it all handled. One moment, m’aore,” she said affectionately as she caressed his rugged face. Reminda held up an elegant finger and motioned for Tulani to follow her to an alcove in the room.

***

V’sair stood in the center of the room, nodding to various guests. He spied a group of unmarried daughters of noble birth gathered close to a water-filled structure with fish from around the planet. It was a globe, with colorful deep-sea specimens. Hands behind his back, he wandered over, looking to engage in conversation, but their remarks froze him in his tracks.

“So, if you marry him, there’s a chance his mother’s fishy toes will grace your children’s feet.”

“That white hair, even if it has a royal braid, is hard to stomach,” another said with a giggle.

“I don’t mind Zayden.”

“Your father would kill you and probably betroth you to Pacuto.”

“Did you see how small Zayden’s tail is?”

“At least he has one!” came an amused reply.

V’sair stalked off, disgusted with the conversation. He despised them and wondered whether he would have to stomach one of them as a wife one day. 

About The Author: 

Michael Phillip Cash is an award-winning and best-selling novelist of horror, paranormal, and science fiction novels.  He’s written ten books including the best-selling “Brood X”, “Stillwell”, “The Flip”, “The After House”, “The Hanging Tree”, “Witches Protection Program”, “Pokergeist”, “Monsterland”, “The History Major”, and “The Battle for Darracia” series. Michael’s books are on the Amazon best-seller list and have also won numerous awards. Additionally, he is a screenwriter with 14 specs under his belt. Michael resides on the North Shore of Long Island.

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