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The Curse of the Pirini Lilapa (Guardians of the Core Book 2) by Michael Thies is on virtual book tour. The futuristic fantasy stops at Rea...

The Curse of the Pirini Lilapa (Guardians of the Core Book 2) by Michael Thies is on virtual book tour. The futuristic fantasy stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt. Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

The Curse of the Pirini Lilapa
Guardians of the Core Book 2
by Michael Thies
Genre: Futuristic Fantasy

The Trials have concluded. Coronation has elected a new apprentice to Guardian of the Core. Since, Zain Berrese, Prince Hydro Paen, and Eirek Mourse have gone their separate paths, thinking each other a distant memory. But, it seems that fate has other plans. As the three travel their paths, they find that their lives are not so separate after all. The persons who they thought they were at the end of the Trials are now tested even more as the suns draw closer to their convergence. To an event known to bring only bad luck, sorrow, and pain. To an event that occurs every 150 0years. To an event known as Pirini Lilapa. 

Some look to the sky in superstition, others look to the sky in fear, and yet, some look to the sky in contemplation. For in the weeks and days before the suns converge, plots perspire, deities die, and families are fractured as no one is safe from their harsh and heinous gaze. . . 

The Trials of the Core
Guardians of the Core Book 1

As Edwyrd Eska approaches his two-hundredth year as Guardian of the Core, he must find an apprentice to train under him. His title and role compel him to safeguard and govern his universe, Gladonus, as each Guardian before him has done and those after him shall continue to do until relieved of such duties by will of the Ancients. Prince Hydro Paen, Eirek Mourse, and Zain Berrese—amongst other contestants—receive invitations to compete in a quest of Trials intended to determine who will become Eska’s apprentice. An old adage goes: “The toughest trials test you truest” – and these events challenge their fortitude through tenuous partnerships, intellectual rivalries, and battles of weapons’ mastery. Along the way, each contestant must attempt to overcome personal demons that haunt them. In this tale of ideal dreams and lucid aspirations, these competitors find theirs threatened by deceit, betrayal, sabotage—and even flesh—as all become vital to success…

Michael Thies graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire with a Bachelor of Arts degree, double majoring in Creative Writing and Advertising. After a year in the marketing and sales field he realized that it wasn’t his calling, so he went back to the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater for his second bachelor’s degree, this time in English Education. Now, he is a wanderlust traveler and global English Educator. Shortly after receiving his English Education certificate and his TEFL certificate, he spent one year living in Santiago, Chile interacting with the people and the culture there. Currently he is 28 and living in China, on the other side of the world, still interacting with the locals, still adopting their culture, but more importantly, still writing. It is these experiences that fuel the imagination of his mind.

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The thick canopy lessened the heat considerably. It locked in a certain moistness within the jungle atmosphere, allowing them to make better distance. 

Hydro had run out of sticks to plant, and Len held his last few. The large man still carried plenty, though. 

“Plant!” Nivarre commanded. 

Len lurched over and heaved the spike down with all his might. “It has been days, my prince. And nothing.”

Hydro was about to respond, but the large man interrupted. “One-Eye, I told you the difficulty of this journey; you are here now because you want answers. And you will find them once we arrive.” 

The man’s hearing perplexed Hydro. He wondered if growing up in the jungle had trained his ears for sound like Hydro had been trained for prowess by tongue and sword within the castle grounds. 


“How much farther do you believe it will be, Nivarre?” Hydro asked. 

“It will not be more than half a day once we reach the Brown Sea.”

“And . . . how far . . . is that?” Len asked through puffs of exhaustion. “I have yet . . . to see any . . . river flowing . . . through here.”

“This sea is made from no river that is why it’s called the Brown Sea, One-Eye.” He stopped his pace, and turned to look at Len and Hydro. “I believe we will see the Brown Sea today, so we are no more than a day’s voyage.” 

Hydro glanced back at the procession of slaves following him. It seemed as though the number had shrunk, but Hydro knew that wasn’t true as there had been no danger yet. Monkeys had traveled with them for a while, swinging from bough to bough, until they eventually stopped. And one time a few tigers had been spotted off in the distance, through the foliage by one of the slaves, but they had never approached further, probably due to the number of their group. Although, when they had stopped to notice the tigers, Hydro could have sworn one of them looked at him intently, as if truly seeing him, before retreating. The stare pimpled Hydro’s skin, but another hour’s trek through the jungle, had caused Hydro to forget about it. 

Fifty paces ahead, Hydro noticed an alcove. Good a spot to rest. “Len, we can stop—” He tumbled to the ground. He didn’t appreciate dirt’s kiss. It was gritty. He looked back and noticed he had tripped over an overgrown root. He spat out the aftertaste and glanced back to notice Len’s hand, garbed in jewels. 

“Are you okay, my prince?”

“Yes.” Hydro took his advisor’s hand and pulled himself upwards. 

Over Len’s shoulder, past Nivarre, in the alcove he noticed something now. It was white. Unusually white. Hydro shook his head and squinted. The white turned out to be the dress of a black girl standing in the middle. She hadn’t been there a moment ago. Hydro pushed past Len and Nivarre ignoring any words they might have said. He darted towards her. She stood there, looking northeast, back turned, black braids falling just past her tiny shoulders. Could it be? 

Beware of the girl with black hair . . . Hydro stopped a few paces from her. Her shoulders heaved. She wept. Only Hydro heard her. Enthralled, he reached out to her. Under his weight, a twig snapped. She glanced back at Hydro with lost, black eyes. 

“What is your name?”

“Anne.” The girl smiled. 

The smile slid into a sour frown. Her teeth changed into fangs. Hydro was jerked back and pushed to the ground. The air was cut. Hydro blinked and cussed as he landed on strewn branches. In between his legs rolled a serpent’s head, its tongue still licking the air in the aftermath of death. Nivarre stood above him wielding a sword wet with blood. 

No. It can’t be. Hydro looked around. Nivarre shouted incomprehensible words and slashed open a snake that tried striking him from his side. All around larger serpents, thick as humans, wound their way around the trees. From underneath his arms, he was pulled upward. 

“Hydro! Are you alright? What were you doing?”

Len. It was Len. “We should never have come. We need to leave.”

“The snakes are out, Little Prince. There is no returning now. We press onward.” The slaver cut another snake across the belly. 

Hydro looked back. His slaves were falling. Terror clung to Len’s face. Through the cacophony of his slaves’ shrieks and the slithers and hisses of the snakes, Nivarre shouted them onward. Despite the realization of his mistake, Hydro knew he couldn’t turn back now. Now, he needed to be strong. So he appeared strong for himself, for Len, for family. Some part of him needed to believe everything would be alright. 

“These are no snakes.” Len held onto his steel with a crude grip. 

“You are right, One-Eye. These are much too large for snakes. These are basilisks. Don’t look into their—”

It was too late. A basilisk slithered out from a tree branch and dropped right in front of them. Hydro couldn’t help but stare into red, vicious eyes. It coiled back its head and refocused on Hydro. It’s going to strike. Hydro crouched, pulled his sword and came clean across the neck as the snake lurched forward. Then he saw Len. Not moving. A statue of flesh, still as granite.


  1. This book sounds like a really great read. Congrats on the tour.

  2. Thanks so much for the opportunity to win but also for helping us find some terrific books to read. I have a family who loves reading so this helps me out since they all have various genres.

  3. Best of luck with the book and book tour! I've included the tour in the Friday, Jul. 20, 2018 edition of The Fantasy Fiction Weekly Reader:


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