Book Excerpt from The Rising Wind


Today I’m going to show you an excerpt from “The Rising Wind”, a fantasy novel by author Ken Floro III. The book is on tour from July 1st to September 1st. Hope you enjoy the excerpt!

Book Excerpt

On the third day of the Rising Wind’s southwestern journey, the sun failed to rise. The watchman’s dawn whistle woke Din. Instead of warm sun peeking over the horizon, a damp chill greeted Din. Heavy fog had settled over the sea, blotting out the sky, and hiding the coastline behind pale, silvery curtains. Din rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and sat upright.

Everything was still. In the distance, he could hear the squawk of gulls, and the thrum of waves breaking against the shore. The other passengers were beginning to wake, and the crew was already at work, but not hoisting the sails – as Din would expect. Instead, they toiled at the endless maintenance chores such a large vessel required.

Din ignored the crew and leaned against the nearest crate to gaze into the fathomless fog. The gentle rocking of the ship combined with the ethereal haze created a sensation of other-worldly peace. Here, Din felt truly hidden, free of any consequence or reprisal for his deed. He could neither see, nor be seen by, the rest of the world. He found the sensation exquisite, and for the first time in months, a smile peeked from beneath his brooding.

Moments later, some commotion on the foredeck disturbed his reverie. Two crewmen called for the captain. Rennard hefted himself from a perch astern, clenched a pipe in his jaw, and strode across the ship. There he and his crewmen began an animated discussion, which soon collected the skipper and three other sailors.

Eventually, Rennard dispatched two crewmen from this congregation. They began rushing around the deck, poking through all the stowed luggage and cargo. “What’s going on?” Din asked when one of them ventured nearby.

“Someone cut the anchor.”

The Rising Wind

The Rising Wind Cover final - CopyTitle: The Rising Wind

Author: Ken Floro III

Genre: Fantasy / Adventure

Have you ever dreamed of being swept into adventure alongside a dashing knight or two? Would you be outraged if you were suddenly thrust into terrifying dangers against your will? What if you found yourself trapped on a cursed island, in the middle of a haunted sea, surrounded by your worst enemies? When a conniving treasure-hunter hijacks the Rising Wind, its passengers will find themselves facing all this and more!

The same trick didn’t work a third time. When Marc stepped into the ring of firelight and shouted a challenge, his adversaries shrank into the shadows across from him – more cautious now than they had been earlier. Their broad limbs and hulking silhouettes prowled the darkness at the edge of the forest, disguising their numbers. Standing exposed, in the open clearing, Marc felt vulnerable, but he knew he couldn’t run. For an anxious moment, he just stood there, uncertain what to do next. The curse of inexperience was lack of foresight, and Marc hadn’t stopped to calculate an alternative in case his original plan failed. Now he had to think on the spot. Unfortunately the present circumstance was no place for contemplation. So, in that dangerous moment, he acted on instinct.

Author Bio

 Ken was born and raised in the Southside of Saint Louis. By the way, did you know Saint Louis was named after King Louis IX? He was the only French monarch ever to be sainted, in part because he led two Crusades (which didn’t go so well), but mostly because his grandson, Phillip the Fair, sort of abducted the papacy to France after finagling one of his henchmen into becoming Pope. Since adding a saint to the family tree would put a little extra burnish on his royal reputation, Phillip had his pet Pope, Clement V, do him a solid. You’re welcome for the trivia.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, we were talking about Ken Floro III. After earning a degree in World Literature, followed by a degree in Culinary Arts, Ken soon made the obvious career move and went to work in medicine. If you’re having any trouble guessing why, then you’ve obviously never served time in the literary or culinary fields. A little taste of reality can suddenly turn a healthy paycheck, normal working hours, and long-term job security into sumptuous delicacies.

 Despite the sudden change in his employment trajectory, Ken never turned away from his dream of writing. He’d nurtured a lifelong creative ambition, which had gained direction when a funny true story he wrote for a high school English class became so popular with his classmates they traded copies of it in the hall and passed them up and down the bus. After that, as they say, ‘the die was cast’.

By the way, the ancient historian Suetonius originally coined that phrase, claiming Julius Caesar said it when he crossed the River Rubicon – but in Latin, of course, iacta alea est. Ever since, those words have been used to indicate a portentous moment that affects the course of all subsequent history. In Caesar’s case, crossing the Rubicon sparked the first of the civil wars that ultimately destroyed the Roman Republic and replaced it with that institution most abhorrent to traditional Romans (who had all been conveniently killed or exiled by then): monarchy. In Ken’s case, in just means that English paper led him to focus on writing as a means to channel what the voices in his head kept telling him.

Wait! Did I say ‘the voices in his head’? Whoops, sorry. Just a little joke there – ha-ha! What I meant to say was that Ken turned to writing to express the, uh, inspiration he received from . . . the muses. That’s sounds less crazy, doesn’t it? Yeah, let’s go with that. The editor can fix all this later, right? Anyway, ever since that catalytic moment in high school, Ken has been writing as a hobby and a passion. Thus far, he’s published eight books, along with several other tidbits, all of which are available on his website,



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