Please make welcome the lovely and my dear friend, MT Magee. I’m delighted to have her here today! She’s sharing her new release, The Treasure of Gwenlais.
I was completely drawn into this story–swept into her fantasy realm so vivid in detail, and falling in love with the characters. Yet, before I tease you anymore, let’s meet MT.
I’ve opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate MT’s debut book, so grab a glass and get comfy.
MM: Thank you, MT for visiting my blog today. Congratulations on your new book! Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?
MTM: It really depends on the day. If I can get up early enough then I will have a big mug of coffee and write as much as I can before the day officially start. Mainly though I find myself being a night-owl writer.
MM: I love that you can do both, MT. As everyone knows, I’m not a night-owl, though I do love owls. Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?
MTM: I am working on the continuing saga of my first book. I wanted this to be the first place I release the title of my second installment. The title will be revealed when I am ready to have the cover reveal. The book will be released in the coming spring.
MM: Fantastic, MT! We should have a title/cover reveal party here! What inspires you when you’re writing?
MTM: I listen to classical, dramatic instrumentals, and traditional Irish music.
MM: Music is my muse, MT. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?
MTM: I have several actually. A small lovely carved wooden box which holds the ashes of my beloved little dog, Shmoo, my faithful companion for 16 years. A jar of dark chocolate M&M’s. A tin of Scottish shortbread cookies, that my sexy Leprechaun a.k.a. my hubby, always keeps well filled. And my writing Sloth. It is a stuffed replica of a sloth that I hug during intense writing scenes or when I’m in deep thought.
MM: You should see me smiling…love these! Your writing desk sounds beautiful. Now for the fun questions. Do you prefer…
Champagne or Beer? Champagne of course! Beer makes me blech like a pirate, not very attractive. Champagne makes my giggle, and I would rather giggle.
Southern drawl or Scottish burr? Tis would be the rich Scottish burr me lass. Nothing caresses the ears like a rich Scottish burr. (Aye!)
(Wow! Thank you for providing us with a visual, MT)
Print book or e-reader? E-reader simply for the ease of having all your books at your fingertips and you can buy them and receive them in a matter of moments, while in your jammies
Here is the visual inspiration for the hero, Caleb in The Treasure of Gwenlais. So picture him while you’re reading the story ladies.
Princess Laurel of Gwenlais, finds herself tragically and quickly thrust into a world of danger, so unlike the idyllic and sheltered life she has known. These dangers from an unknown enemy, also unexpectedly throw her into the arms of Caleb, the warrior Prince of Heathwin, the nearby Kingdom with whom Gwenlais has a tense alliance. The more refined people of Gwenlais, find their neighbors and protectors of the West necessary, but consider them uncouth and sometimes barbaric. The long and bloody feud between Heathwin, and the mysterious, frightening, and misunderstood, race of beings, called the Rabkins, had finally reached an uneasy truce, by the hard-fought and diligent efforts of Prince Caleb. This fragile agreement was soon shattered by an attack from outside; that threaten both Kingdoms of Gwenlais and Heathwin. Laurel and Caleb find themselves, not only fighting for the peace and existence of their Kingdoms but fighting for their newfound love that is imperiled at every turn from a nameless enemy, and their own people as well. Laurel follows her calling by beginning her training in the ancient healing arts of the Ollams. She soon finds that her skills may be needed to heal more than just the physical wounds of others, but also the wounds of the heart, long put-upon by the people of both she and Caleb’s Kingdoms, by the mistrust and bigotries of either side. As they draw closer together, they discover just how far this unknown enemy has gone to tear them apart from within. They must together, find a way to rise above old and long-standing prejudices, and form a much stronger alliance in order to fight against the new enemy from outside of their borders that threatens their very survival.This is the epic world of Rienfield. A world filled with beauty, danger, amazing races, and cultures. You will find the love and strong ties of family, as well as romance, humor, adventure and tragedy, all while the people and beings of Rienfield search for peace and truth in their way of life.
Excerpt from the chapter entitled The Scimitar:
Laurel stepped backwards a bit more which caused the Scimitar to move slowly forward its body twitching with anticipation as it could now be fully seen by all.
“Laurel! Laurel I am begging you, please stop moving,” Caleb called out to her, his voice choked with emotion, as he guessed what she was about to do.
“Laurel, please,” Imagin whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
Laurel looked over at her and then at Caleb, her own eyes wide and fearful but determined. She looked over at the screaming children, still clinging to each other, crying out to their parents, their arms outstretched, the parents now as hysterical as their children. Laurel then looked over again at Caleb with sad eyes and shook her head, as she continued to back away slowly, the Scimitar cat inching forward towards her.
“No, please dearest,” Caleb said, in a choked voice.
With tears running down her face, Laurel gave him a sad smile, then suddenly and without warning, she turned and ran into the forest in front of her, as the Scimitar sprang forward.
“No!” Caleb shouted, as he and Aiden ran forward as well.
Gawain stepped directly in the path of the Scimitar, but to no avail, as the large cat simply tossed him aside with its massive paw, cutting into Gawain’s side. Gawain was only able to graze the Scimitar with his sword.
Aaron ran to the horses to retrieve he and Aiden’s crossbows, as Caleb and Aiden continued their pursuit of Laurel and the Scimitar.
Aaron, grabbing Aiden’s crossbow, and then leaping upon his own horse galloped in pursuit of the two brothers. Laurel was able to gain only a small lead from Gawain’s efforts, as she continued to run forward frantically, her blood running cold as she heard the Scimitar’s growls as it pursued her. She did not turn to see it catch up to her, afraid it would stop her from running. She could also hear the frantic cries of Caleb and Aiden, yelling at her to not stop. Aaron caught up to them, yelling he had the crossbows. Aiden stopped just long enough to grab his bow and continued running. Aaron continued on horseback firing a shot at the Scimitar, finding his mark, the large cat screaming in anger, but not stopping its pursuit. To Caleb’s horror he saw the Scimitar leap forward and knock Laurel to the ground, as it landed on her back, grabbing the back of her cape. Laurel could feel the tips of the Scimitar’s claws beginning to pierce through her clothing into her shoulders. Then it let out a scream and released its grasp. Laurel did not think, only reacted as she tore the clasp from her cape and stood up and continued to run forward. Her mind only thinking of escaping, having no idea where she was going, not feeling the pain of the cuts and bruises the animal had inflicted upon her. The Scimitar screamed in pain and rage as Aiden and Aaron’s arrows found their mark once again, hitting the enormous cat in the side. The Scimitar then noticed its quarry escaping and continued its frenzied pursuit, slowed noticeably by its injuries. Laurel continued running as fast as she could through the forest, noticing the trees thinning out in front of her. As she continued to run, she began to feel breathless and exhausted but she could not stop running every nerve in her body screaming at her not to stop. As Laurel reached what appeared to be a break in the trees, she cried out, as she frantically grabbed a low branch that prevented her from falling off the cliff into the deep heavily flowing river below. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the black swirling waters below her. Suddenly she heard the deafening roar of the Scimitar and desperate cries from Caleb as the predator continued its tireless pursuit of her. Laurel moaned in fear and exhaustion, as she realized what she had to do. She would not let the ferocious animal tear her apart. She looked up quickly and saw Caleb running desperately to reach her, but almost upon her was the vicious Scimitar.
Forgive me my Prince, she thought to herself, as tears streamed from her eyes.
She turned and closing her eyes, jumped off the high steep rock face, into the terrifying nothingness, feeling her body fall downward. She heard another roar and then felt the icy shock of the water as she fell into the river, feeling it engulf and consume her. The Scimitar nearly had her in its grasp as Laurel jumped forward, it blindly following her. Caleb cried out in terror and anguish as he saw his beloved and the Scimitar both leap off the cliff into the river below. Caleb ran forward watching her fall beneath the dark swirling water, the Scimitar hitting the water only seconds behind. It surfaced instantly as Aiden and Aaron unleashed their arrows into the beast. Caleb then went to jump forward as he screamed out Laurel’s name, only to be grabbed by Aiden.
“You cannot help her if you are injured yourself!” he shouted, trying to reason with him. “The trail to the bottom is right here! Hurry! This way!” Aiden directed Caleb to follow him.
They ran down the steep path as quickly as they could, not even noticing that Gawain had taken one of the horses and rode down another path to the river’s edge, as he knew were the forest would lead them. Even though it had only taken moments to reach the bottom of the trail, to Caleb it seemed an agonizing eternity. He tore off his coat and boots as he frantically scanned the river for any signs of Laurel. Suddenly his prayers were answered as she surfaced and raising up her arms and gasping for breath, only to sink below the water’s surface once again. Caleb ran forward and dove into the water, as he sank below the inky blackness. Aiden, Aaron and Gawain, stood breathless for a moment waiting for Caleb to reappear. Caleb then burst out of the water’s surface with Laurel in his arms. Aiden and Aaron ran forward to assist him. Grabbing on to Caleb to help him get back to shore.
“She is not breathing!” Caleb said frantically, as he put Laurel on the ground and turned her over.
He hit her back firmly with the flat of his hand several times, his efforts rewarded, with Laurel suddenly coughing and gasping for air, as she spit out water. Turning her back over quickly as she looked at him with a wide eyed frantic expression, still trying to catch her breath. Caleb held her tightly in his arms pushing her hair out of her face, as Aiden and the two Sentinels kneeled down next to them, sighing loudly in relief.
“Breath my love, just breathe. I have you…I have you. It is over, just breathe,” Caleb said breathlessly, as she held her close, his lips against her forehead.
Laurel coughed a few more times before exhaling deeply, as she was finally able to catch her breath. Caleb looked into her face, to see if she was aware. She smiled at him weakly, raising her hand to touch his cheek, before losing consciousness. Caleb held her to him, for a moment burying his face into the side of her face and neck, his shoulders shaking from silent sobs of relief.
Official Press Release:
Truly a “Treasure”: First Novel in the Anticipated ‘Rienfield Chronicles’ Redefines the Fantasy Genre with Cinematic Tale of Romance and Adventure
Vividly imagined by M.T. Magee, ‘The Treasure of Gwenlais: The Rienfield Chronicles Book 1’ is taking the fantasy world by storm, with a coveted five-star rating on Amazon and a growing legion of devoted fans. With a courageous and beautiful heroine, daring and romantic hero, and a mythical kingdom on the brink of war, ‘The Treasure of Gwenlais’ is an enchanting read that will transport readers from the moment they open to the first page…
For Immediate Release
New Hampshire – Astonishingly, ‘The Treasure of Gwenlais; The Rienfield Chronicles Book 1’ is M.T. Magee’s first novel, but readers would never know it. After all, creating fantastical worlds that feel as real as the earth that surrounds us is no easy feat. However, under the skilled hands of a writer like Magee, it appears seamless.
Taking her fans on magical journeys is what Magee lives for as a writer, and she’s certainly done so with the first in her planned series of books exploring the mysteries, dangers and electrifying romance of Rienfield, her glorious creation inspired by her family’s heritage.
“Rienfield feels very personal to me,” says Magee with a smile. “I’m of Scottish descent and my husband from Irish – so with those cultures in mind, I sketched out this other world, other universe, really. I fused the wild beauty of the Scottish highlands with the lush greenery of Ireland to serve as a backdrop for the mythical realm of Rienfield.”
While the landscape will fascinate readers of all ages, it is the loves, feuds, sweeping romances and epic battles of the people of Rienfeld, and the new fantastical races and creatures not found anywhere else, that will make this series a favorite of the genre for decades to come.
Princess Laurel of Gwenlais, finds herself tragically and quickly thrust into a world of danger, so unlike the idyllic and sheltered life she has known. These dangers from an unknown enemy, also unexpectedly throw her into the arms of Caleb, the warrior Prince of Heathwin, the nearby kingdom in which Gwenlais has a tense alliance with. The more refined people of Gwenlais, find their neighbors and protectors of the West necessary, but consider them uncouth and sometimes barbaric. The long and bloody feud between Heathwin, and the mysterious, frightening, and misunderstood, race of beings, called the Rabkins, had finally reached an uneasy truce, by the hard fought and diligent efforts of Prince Caleb. This fragile agreement, was soon shattered by an attack from outside, that threaten both kingdoms of Gwenlais and Heathwin.
Laurel and Caleb find themselves, not only fighting for the peace and existence of their kingdoms, but fighting for their new found love that is imperiled at every turn from a nameless enemy, and their own people as well. Laurel follows her calling, by beginning her training in the ancient healing arts of the Ollams. She soon finds that her skills may be needed to heal more than just the physical wounds of others, but also the wounds of the heart, long put upon by the people of both she and Caleb’s kingdoms by the mistrust and bigotries of either side.
As they draw closer together, they discover just how far this unknown enemy, has gone to tear them apart from within. They must together, find a way to rise above old and long standing prejudices, and form a much stronger alliance in order to fight against the new enemy from outside of their borders, that threatens their very survival.
Early reviews of the book have been glowingly positive.
“This is the 1st book & debut novel of MT Magee, which just astonished me, since I would consider this some of the finest fantasy to come out in years,” wrote Elizabeth A. Evans.
Amazon reviewer Cathy H. agrees: “This is an amazing story of Laurel and Caleb who find themselves not only fighting for peace for their kingdoms but are also fighting for their love. Ms Magee has created a world of fantasy that stirs the imagination. With characters that are well developed you can feel the love, sorrow, and humor in each of them. If you want a story with adventure, sacrifice, and love you must get this amazing book. It is the first in a series and it won’t disappoint!”
About the Author:
My name is M.T. Magee and I live in New England on our small farm with my husband and son.
We raise an assortment of silly goats, quiet rabbits, far too many ducks and chickens, and a high strung Border collie cross named Gronk. I have always loved fantasy and fell in love with Tolkien at age eleven. I read all of his works at age twelve. I have been writing stories since I was ten years old and have always wanted to be an author. After fulfilling my dream of becoming a nurse, marrying the love of my life and having two wonderful sons, I have finally been able to fulfill my dream of publishing my first book. My youngest son is severely disabled and I am his full-time caregiver. The long winter months here in New England make it virtually impossible to go out very often, so I used this time to begin my story, The Treasure of Gwenlais. Fifteen months and 1144 pages later, I am very happy to present my story to all of you. I love strong female characters, who are still able to convey a sense of vulnerability and be very relatable. I also love strong male leads who are not afraid to show their soft side. Love of family is important to me as I am sure it is to everyone and I convey this in my story.
So welcome to the world I have created and I hope you enjoy visiting often. The world of Rienfield, comes from the inspiration of both my Scottish heritage and my husband’s Irish descent, with pride and respect for both cultures. The beauty of the Scottish Highlands, as well as the lush rolling meadows of Ireland, serve as a backdrop for the mythical realm of Rienfield. Many of the names of villages and towns that are used are actual names of towns and villages of Scotland and Ireland. They are used in direct correlation for what their rich past made them known for and is applied with loving respect for their history in the story. Many of the names of the characters are Irish, Scottish, or Gaelic, again showing my love and admiration for our heritages. The characters also speak Old Irish, from time to time, referring to it as ‘old speak.’ I hope you will find this as fascinating and beautiful as I did. You will find the Kingdoms of Gwenlais and Heathwin filled with wonder, danger, adventure, romance, love of family as well as betrayal.
The people, races, and beings, will beckon you to return and visit, over and again, sharing in their joys, sorrows, tragedies and triumphs. So my friends, find your comfortable reading place, and immerse yourself in the lives of the warm, courageous, humorous, and sometimes frightening characters, which make up the world of Rienfield.