Bitter Moon by Amy Lane
A new book by the author of the Little Goddess Series.
Torrant and Yarri escaped Rath's evil when they were children. As they grow into their destined love, his poison threatens the very foundations of their world.
The Book
Bitter Moon I: Triane's Son Ascending
All is not right in the land of the three moons.
From the moment Yarri Moon was born, Torrant heard the bells of joy whenever she was near. But the world can be a cruel place, even for the moon destined, and when an evil born of ignorance destroys their families and their home in the heart of Clough, Torrant and Yarri learn first hand how ugly prejudice against the Goddess moon can be.
After a terrible journey, they find shelter with Yarri's family in Eiran, a land of easy tolerances and joy. However, as Torrant grows, so does his anger at the forces that destroyed their peace, their home, and their family back in Clough.
Torrant is a healer and a poet, and he has the magic gift of truth. As he waits for Yarri to come of age, he sees, first hand, how the same beliefs that destroyed their home are poisoning the lands around him, and corrupting the hearts of the people within.
Ultimately, Torrant is faced with a choice: He can claim Yarri and they can live the love that has been promised them since the beginning, or he can take his one, most terrifying and secret gift into the land of Clough and remove, in one dreadful strike, the evil that has cost him and his beloved so very much.
But choosing vengeance over love exacts its own terrible price, and Torrant may find that the part of him that was destined to be loved by Yarri is the part that's annihilated in his quest to make her safe.
Release Date: 01/21/2008
Amazon Price: $24.25 (as of 12/05/2008) 
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Reviews and Stuff
The magic with the sticks and the string
A excerpt from Bitter Moon I
"No. No. I'm not good at that," she said with such absolute conviction that Yarri looked up from her own knitting in curiosity. Yarri had been exceptionally quiet after her swim with Torrant, and almost frighteningly gracious as well.
"And how would you know if you're good at it or not if you've never tried it?" Bethen asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
Trieste flushed enough to make the swimming hole look suddenly inviting again. "I had nannies..." she said uncertainly.
"Like goats?" Yarri asked in honest surprise, and Trieste laughed, feeling better about the conversation.
"Like baby-sitters who were supposed to teach me," she explained. "I couldn't go to Triannon until I was your age, so I had nannies to teach me how to dress and how to read..."
"What about your parents?" Yarri asked, so surprised she'd actually put her knitting down, and for the first time since their fight and the quiet that followed, Trieste actually felt older than her rival.
Read more at Amy's blog.
I'm enjoying writing Eljean
A brief excerpt from Amy's blog
Soundtracking
Excerpt from Amy's Blog
Bitter Moon I & II
Kingdom Come--Coldplay
Hide Your Love Away--Beatles
Tuesday Morning--Melissa Etheridge
Beatles on Buegrass--it's a cd my administrator put out--it's really awesome
Last to Die--Bruce Springsteen
Hands Held High--Linkin Park
Fall of Rain--Les Miserable
The Highwayman--Loreena McKennit
The Mummer's Dance--Loreena McKennit
I Will Follow You Into the Dark--Death Cab For Cutie
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Eljean
An excerpt from Bitter Moon II
He sat on the stone steps outside the regent's apartment in the chill of the morning, closed his cat-green eyes and tilted his face up towards the late summer sun. The sun was warm enough to make his hair sweaty on his shoulders, so he shook back the thick black curls, repositioned his hat, and still, kept his face towards the sun.
He was dressed as had become fashionable this summer, in a light cloak about his shoulders and a wide brimmed hat with a flourish and a pair of black breeches, tucked into his boots... and nothing else. He fenced regularly at the local club, and his chest might have been narrow, but it was wiry with muscle, and his long stomach was tight and trim; he was justifiably proud of his body, but mostly he just followed this fashion for the same reasons that had led him to keep company with the witty and subversive Aerk and Keon: it irritated the Consort even if he hadn't put a voice to it yet, and the rebellion would send his father into a fit of hysterical hyperventilation if he ever cared to know about it.
Read more at Amy's blog.
