Max Kahl ~ an interview and his novel ~ The King of Eiselorn: Elwendur (Book One)

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Max Kahl

TITLE: “The King of Eiselorn: Elwendur (Book One)
RELEASE DATE: June 10, 2017
AUTHOR: Max Kahl
CATEGORIES: High Fantasy/Epic Fantasy
PAGE COUNT: 478
ISBN: 978-1544887098 1544887094
IMPRINT: Chimera

BOOK PAGE: http://ravenswoodpublishing.com/bookpages/thekingofeiselorn.html

AUTHOR BIO: 
Max Kahl was born on April 12th, 1976, in the city of Rosario, Argentine Republic. He is married and has two children. He is a German, English and Music teacher. At an early age, he developed a keen interest in the literature of novels, especially in historical novels. In his adolescence, his interest focused on the history of ancient European peoples and on renowned authors. Tacitus, Strabo, Sturluson, Borges, Goethe and all the historical and literary Germanic collection, such as the Nibelungenlied, the Runes or the Norse Eddas have been and continue being his genuine passion.

The King of Eiselorn, in its two parts - Elwendur and Iddinthad -, is his first epic fantasy novel. He intends to put to the test heroism, mysticism, lost values, the returning to the sources of Nature, family, loyalty and love, in a world where struggle is constant, pain is quotidian, treason is unexpected and hope is renewed despite uncertainty.

BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?

A: I listen to Metal, Classical, Celtic and Soundtracks. I am musician too. I play piano and guitar. I am writing the music for my book.

Q: Favorite color?

A: My favorite color is black.

Q: Coffee or Tea?

A: Coffee!!

BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT

Q: When did you start writing and why?

A: I started writing in 2009 The King of Eiselorn, my first book.

Q: Where do you get your ideas?

A: From books I have read, specially Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion, music, movies, history and nature.

Q: Who's your favorite author?

A: My favorite author is John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.

BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF

Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?

A: Well, now I am promoting my recent book: forums, Facebook groups, etc. It’s not an easy task, but it goes!

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.

A: Yes, the second and final book of The King of Eiselorn.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?

A:  Yes, I do. Here are the links.

Website: www.maxkahl.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/maxkahlauthor

AUTHOR LINKS:
AMAZON US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071JC1986
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071JC1986
AMAZON CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B071JC1986
BARNES & NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-king-of-eiselorn-max-kahl/1126497030?ean=9781546631149
CREATESPACE: https://www.createspace.com/7162406
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/King-Eiselorn-Ianur-Eiselornin-Elwendur/dp/1546631143/ref=sr_1_1_twi_pap_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1498691467&sr=8-1&keywords=eiselorn

KEYWORDS: George R.R. Martin, J.R.R. Tolkien, Kingdom, Epic Fantasy, High Fantasy, Adventure, Battle War

ONE LINER:
A story of war, death, love, heroism, loyalty and lost values, in a world of constant struggle, unexpected treasons and a renewed hope despite uncertainty.

SYNOPSIS:
After the invasion of the Kingdom of the Mountain, an era of darkness hovered for years over the Continent of Imnavel. Only a few, decimated after decades of war, resisted the attacks.

But the Hordes of the East finally conquered the Elevated Mountain of Iver Osterith, last bastion of defence of the inhabitants of Imnavel. This last act forced the survivors to regroup in order to repel the invasions or perish forever.

New armies rose. New weapons were wielded. New steels were forged. Forests and lakes died. Even the Ancient heard once again the rumour of war - that old rumour which hadn’t been heard since the First Eras.

From then on, the Hermehrs waited for their revenge, one which would return to them their past and history, their ancient lands and their old songs of honourable kings and noble lords. Only one warrior could do that. And his name is reflected in old prophecies.

The Golden Eras and the Wise Eras had come to an end to give way to the Era of the Elwendur - the Migration of the Peoples.

EXCERPT:
Unexpectedly, alarming shrieks came from the dark hollows. The guards’ alarum was soon raised and a group of them headed for the thick vegetations. They were ten - wearing armours, spears and double axes - when they came closer to the highest trees of the forest. The howls grew more intense and piercing arousing deep feelings of fear in the Ahlins as they walked slower and plunged into darkness. Despite the oil lamps they carried, the leaves, branches and plants obstructed almost all the light they emitted - their shadows playing sinister jokes so that it was hard for them not to perceive their frightening effects. The Ahlins who stayed vigilant from atop the towers took bows and arrows and formed lines along the jagged corridor of the stronghold, waiting for any unexpected event. Soon the lights began to lose their sheen among the inner paths of the woodlands, what greatly alarmed the Ahlins at the fortress. The deathly silence that followed since the Ahlins penetrated the forest grove deeply upset the guards, forcing them to send more men to the place. There was no answer whatsoever from the first group, and the lights once faintly seen were now completely gone out. Two Ahlins approached the pathway through which some minutes before they had lost the search team’s track. They held large size bows sheathed with skin and leather together with a score of arrows inside their carriers.

The chief guard, from atop the towers, “Lemb! Ulun! Is there something?”

“Nothing, sir. Not even footprints. The path is totally cleared. The shouts have also ceased. Shall we advance, sir?” asked Lemb. The captain somewhat worried nodded and the Ahlins entered into the darkness of the dense vegetation - their eyes alert and their expressions cautious.

Another groan was born from the entrails of the forest scaring the birds that there dwelled, which suddenly flitted up high to the black Firmament. The hoarse gurgling shattered everywhere, the echo of its ferocity covering every corner of the night. The guards rapidly assumed attack positions pointing their arrows toward the place. No one came out of there for a long while.

The captain then uttered, “Something very strange is happening there. Soldier!” he exclaimed, pointing at an Ahlin far from him carrying a black and white bow. “Get ready to set off to Arnesnel at any moment! We do not know who or what the hell there is, but we shall soon find out.”

A shadow emerged from the opaque deepness, coming to light with its hands up. It was an Ahlin. “Sir! It was terrible!” he panted, horrified and breathless. Then added, “They are all dead! Everybody!”

“Calm down, Ulun! Calm down and come with me to the tower! Tell me what happened!” ordered the captain.

Ulun took off his helmet and blood-stained cuirass and leant against a corner of the tower. Then said, “There is an army of Gunlards, captain. It is established in the forest. They cannot be seen, but they came in thousands of shapes that slew Lemb and the team.”

“An army of Gunlards?” asked the captain.

“They are very well hidden among the weeds, Sir, and behind large trunks. I myself saw how an Ugull relentlessly devoured Lemb. When it caught sight of me, I shot an arrow that hit in its chest, causing its death. But all of a sudden, a legion came out from everywhere. The only thing I was able to do is throw the bow away and run towards the exit to save myself. They wouldn’t follow me. I do not know why. It was horrible, Sir. Then I saw the butchered remains of the group and run faster until I reached you.”

“Very well. Calm down. We will call for reinforcements and appeal to Arnesnel for military assistance to aid us. I’m afraid this will bring us serious problems. Meanwhile, I want you to inform the observation post of Serbil. It is not far away from here. Prepare the carriages and go! Quickly! Tell them we have highly dangerous intruders and that we don’t know how many, but certainly a large number. Tell them we have lost several soldiers and hope they will help us. We need archers, crossbowmen and lancers.” he commanded. A group of guards obeyed and arrange the carriages which would take them to the closest post. “The Wall of Serbil lies in the North. Border Sund River till you get to Leven village. On the outskirts there is the post. The more warriors arrive from there, the better it would be for us to hold back the savage creatures besieging us. Go now! Immediately!” commanded the captain.

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