Fall of the Western Kings by J Drew Brumbaugh Book Tour and Giveaway :)


Fall of the Western Kings
Tirumfall Trilogy Book 1
by J Drew Brumbaugh
Genre: Epic Fantasy 

Gant is a commoner, forbidden from learning swordsmanship. He trains in spite of the law and ends up branded an outlaw. However fate intervenes while Gant is on the run and soon he is embroiled in an odyssey with forces of darkness that can only be vanquished with help from his friends, not all of whom are human. An epic that delivers the best in the tradition of classic fantasy.


Chapter 1

Gant’s long strides carried him swiftly along the animal trail through the old forest. The cool shade under the leafy canopy was a welcome relief after the hot, sunny meadow where he’d secretly trained in swordsmanship with his uncle. The sweat dried slowly on Gant’s sinewy body, muscles developed by swinging a forge hammer in his father’s smithy. He had grown into a tall, muscular young man. His light brown hair fell loosely around his ears and his hazel eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. He enjoyed the walk home almost as much as the sword practice. The solitude gave him time to reflect on his uncle’s criticism and advice. Certainly he had improved over the years but he still had lots to learn and doing it in secret limited his practice time. A warm breeze fluttered the leaves, sending flickering shadows dancing among the roots and ruts at his feet. As he walked along, Gant snapped his wooden practice sword in vicious arcs, visualizing specific moves, defending against imaginary attacks. One day, he thought, he would carry the real sword he’d made that lay hidden under his bed. For now he had to be content to train with his wooden sword in secret and pray for the day that would change. Voices drifted to Gant from over a slight rise in the trail ahead. Who could it be? What if he was seen? As a commoner sword practice was forbidden. Maybe he should hide or throw away his practice sword. The sounds grew louder, yells for help, sounds of a struggle. He recognized Gwen’s voice, his neighbor and friend. The other voice was Wendler, a nobleman’s son with a nasty reputation for deflowering peasant girls. Gant sprinted to the top of the hill. Below he saw Wendler wrestling with Gwen, twisting her by the shoulders, trying to force her down. Gwen fought back, managing to stay on her feet. “What are you doing,” demanded Gant, rushing down the slope toward them. Over his shoulder Wendler snarled, “I’m about to take this wench. Go away.” Wendler slammed her against a tree trunk. Her breath burst from her body in a single gasp. And then he flung her to the ground like a rag doll and leaped on top, his hands clawing furiously at her dress, ripping away bits of the fabric. Gant ran up behind Wendler and grabbed him by the collar. He yanked the nobleman to his feet, spun him around and shoved him back away from Gwen. Wendler staggered for a step and then caught his balance. In one smooth motion he had his sword out. The long, shiny blade flashed in the flickering sunlight. Wendler’s eyes flared. “You’ve struck a nobleman. For that I am going to kill you. Then I shall finish with the wench.” For an instant, Gant panicked. The sight of sharp steel in Wendler’s hand sent shivers down his spine. That lasted only a split second as Gant’s training took over. He cleared his mind, concentrated on controlling his breathing and shifted into a defensive posture with the wooden practice sword ready.  “Let her go,” Gant said. Wendler’s dark eyes filled with contempt, a sly smile curled his lips. “I shall enjoy killing you.” “We’ll see about that.” Wendler poked his sword menacingly in Gant’s direction. “Attacking a noble is punishable by death so killing you will not even raise an eyebrow.” Gwen jumped to her feet, stumbled slightly, regained her balance, and screamed, “Gant. No. If he doesn’t kill you here they’ll execute you for fighting him.” Gant ignored her and inched closer, wooden sword ready, intent on drawing Wendler away from Gwen. “Run,” Gant shouted, “run home.” “No,” she said firmly, “not unless you go with me.” “Too late for both of you,” snarled Wendler and advanced past the girl. “This useless son of a blacksmith has drawn a weapon on me and I shall kill him for his insolence.” Gwen grabbed Wendler’s arm from behind. “No. There’s been no harm. Let us both go home and nobody need mention it again.” With hardly more than a shrug, Wendler cast Gwen off and closed in on Gant. He beamed with sadistic satisfaction. Lowering his sword tip he lunged in, the point aimed straight at Gant’s heart. Gant could hardly believe Wendler’s foolishness. He swept Wendler’s sword up and out of the way and danced backward. “Want to reconsider?” asked Gant. “We could go home and forget this ever happened.” Wendler lunged in again. This time Gant swept the attack aside and smashed down on Wendler’s forearm. Wendler’s smile turned to a grimace. His sword fell uselessly into the dead leaves at his feet. “You hit me,” screeched Wendler. “I’ll have you beheaded.” “No doubt,” said Gant, surprised at how easily he’d dispatched his first real opponent. Wendler picked up his sword with his off hand but made no move to attack. “Never learned to use your other hand,” said Gant. “Too bad. Even I’ve been taught that.” Gant turned to Gwen who stood petrified near the edge of the trail holding her tattered dress together with both hands. He stepped toward her. “Look out,” she shrieked. Gant whirled as Wendler rushed at him with his sword raised overhead. Gant parried the weak blow, twisting his wooden sword to deflect Wendler’s blade and in one continuous arc brought his practice sword down solidly on the side of Wendler’s knee. Crack! And Wendler toppled to the ground. Gant grabbed Gwen by the hand and ran up the trail dragging her along. “You’re coming with me,” he said. “Mother will make sure you don’t get blamed for this.” Gwen twisted free and ran on her own. “What will you do? They’ll execute you.” “Only if I’m around to be caught,” he said between rasping breaths. “I’ll have to leave Netherdorf, but that’s better than letting scum like Wendler have his way with you.” “I’ll go with you, help you escape,” she said with a weak smile. “No. Just stay with my mother. Stay safe or this has all been for nothing.” As they ran Gwen asked, “How could you best Wendler? He’s a trained swordsman.” Gant glanced at her. “I am too.” “You can’t be. Commoners aren’t even allowed to own swords.” “True,” said Gant and slowed to a walk. “It’s my Uncle Jarlz. You know my mother is the king’s cousin.” “And your father is a commoner which makes you a commoner. He may be the king’s sword maker but that doesn’t allow you to be a swordsman.” Gant nodded. “Yes but Uncle Jarlz happens to be the best swordsman in the kingdom and he decided that I should be a swordsman, illegal or not. So, he’s been teaching me.” “They’ll kill you if they find out.” “And now they’ll know. Which is why I’ve got to get out of Netherdorf.” They crested the last rise into the clearing behind Gant’s home. Smoke rose from the smithy’s forge fires. The clang of the smith’s hammer on hot metal rang like harsh music. They passed the shed and the corral where his father kept horses waiting to be shod, rounded the corner of the house and went in through the front door. Once inside, Gant lurched to a stop. The adrenaline drained away and his hands shook. Seeing his mother busy cooking made the battle in the woods seem unreal. His mother turned, took in Gant’s face, noticed Gwen’s torn dress, and a piercing glare crystallized in her eyes. “Gant,” she demanded, “what is going on?” Gwen stepped in front of him. “It’s my fault, really,” she started. “He can speak for himself,” ordered Gant’s mother. “Now what is going on? Have you two been up to something?” “No,” said Gant. “It’s Wendler. I caught him with Gwen in the woods. Trying to force himself on her.” “So you brought her here,” said his mother, her mood transforming to serious concern. “Good for you.” “Not exactly,” replied Gant. “We got in a bit of a fight. I think I broke his arm.” After a moment’s pause, he added, “Maybe his leg, too.” Gant’s mother’s face darkened. “That will mean trouble.” She stood silently for a moment, unconsciously stirring the stew. Finally she said, “Come along. I’ll take you to the king and we’ll get this cleared up.” “No, you won’t, “ said Gant’s father who had entered unnoticed through the side door. “The king will have him executed. He can do no less. It’s the law.” “But the king is my cousin. He can’t execute my only son.” Gant’s father shook his head sadly. “Second cousins really and cousin or not, he’ll have Gant executed because the rest of the nobles, especially Wendler’s father, will give him no choice. We are near enough to a civil war over the way the king has treated commoners. Letting Gant off after attacking Wendler would be all the excuse they need to rally against the king. And with Barlon massing troops in the mountain castle the king cannot allow civil strife. No matter how much he’d rather let Gant off, he won’t risk the kingdom over one person.” Even as he spoke, Gant’s father gathered up a side of meat, a loaf of bread, a skin filled with well water, and finally, from the crock beside the fire pit, a few silver coins. He slid the coins into a tattered, leather purse and drew the drawstring shut. “Well get moving,” he roared at Gant. “The king’s men will be here soon enough and you’d better be far down the road by then. Get a bedroll, clothes, whatever you think you’ll need and can carry. You won’t be coming back.” Gant studied the room, his parents’ faces, memorizing each facet, knowing he’d never see them again. And then Gwen hugged him. “Thanks,” she mumbled into his tunic. Gant hugged her back, wondering why he’d never hugged her before. “Tell Chamz I said goodbye,” he whispered in her ear. 



Child of Evil
Tirumfall Trilogy Book 2 
The story started with "Fall of the Western Kings". Now "Child of Evil" continues the odyssey of Gant, the hero who killed Varg with his magical sword Valorious and who must now use his strength and cunning to find and neutralize the child born of evil. This child is prophesized to lead the demons of the western kingdoms to victory over the people of the east. Other characters accompany Gant to Ferd, the city where the child will be born. Amelia is a shape-changer who flies to the west to do reconnaissance only to be captured and imprisoned. Pris, the emperor and blossoming wizard, worries about the evil forces and knows the child cannot be allowed to unite the demonic powers. His untested magic will be key to stopping the impending doom. Dalphnia, Gant’s wife, is a woodland nymph who can control the trees of the forest and is determined to see her husband come through this journey alive. Can this unlikely group intervene in time to stop the child and the carnage that is sure to follow? Will it mean killing the child? Resolving this moral dilemma while outwitting the demons and getting back to the safety of their homes makes for a rousing adventure. "Child of Evil" is the second book in J. Drew Brumbaugh’s fantasy series, The Tirumfall Triology.




Determined to get moving, she recited the spell that transformed her into a large eagle.  Her body shimmered, stretched and twisted, feathers forming as she transformed until finally she stood, testing new wings, as an eagle.  The magic amulet at her throat carrying her gown, shimmered and then shrank until the choker fit firmly yet comfortably around the eagle’s neck.  Despite the gown, Amelia knew she’d need a better disguise in Ferd, a problem she would worry about when she got there. Finding her wings fit as always, Amelia launched into the air.  Strong strokes took her up over the pines.  Her sharp eyes searched the skies all around, watching for signs of danger.  The sky was clear with only a stray cloud.  Nothing flew nearby and she let the joy of flying take her for the moment.  Wheeling in a tight circle as she cleared the treetops she turned and headed northwest toward Ferd, the capital of Scaltzland.  She wondered what she would find in that evil city.




I live in northeast Ohio where I write sci-fi, fantasy, and suspense novels, along with a few short stories. Mostly I write stories I think I'd like to read with characters that are interesting enough that readers want to find out what happens to them. I also spend time teaching and training at the karate dojo my wife and I founded, building a Japanese garden in the back yard, and taking walks in the woods with our dog. I have six novels in print, the most recent being "Bula Bridge," a collection of short stories, and a co-authored children’s book. I continue to work on my next book and seem to always have several stories in various stages of completion.


Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
As a kid I was the family storyteller, mostly ghost stories to scare my little brother and sisters. As I got older I wanted a wider audience. I knew the only way to do that was to get published and so I started writing short stories. I sent them out and got to paper my walls with rejections. Finally one day, a west coast magazine agreed to buy a sailing story if I would change the setting from Lake Erie to the Pacific Ocean off San Francisco. Of course I did and so collected my first check. For a while I continued to write short stories but an itch to write novels took over. I wrote my first scifi novel while at home recuperating from surgery. As soon as that novel was finished, I began sending it out to agents and publishers. Agents came and agents went and still my career never really got off the ground. Now I’ve found satisfaction in self-publishing and I’m glad I have. There’s something about holding a finished novel in my hands. Even more than that, I like hearing from readers about my work, especially those who enjoyed reading my stories.


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