Sunday Snippet: Sanyare: The Last Descendant by Megan Haskell

Posted November 22, 2015 by Una in Sunday Snippet Tags:


 About the Book

Sanyare: The Last Descendant  Sanyare The Last Descendant
Author:  Megan Haskell
Publisher:   Trabuco Ridge Press
Released:  February 16, 2015
Series:   The Sanyare Universe #1
Genre:  New Adult Dark Urban Fantasy
Author contact links:   Email, Facebook, Goodreads, Google+, Pinterest, RiffleBooks, Twitter, Website
Purchase links:  Amazon AU, Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Amazon US, Barnes ‘N Noble, Createspace, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords


Rie stared at her reflection.  It was just a change of clothes, yet she barely recognized herself.  The unique black leather fit as if it had been custom made, providing free range of movement comparable to her most comfortable training outfits.  It was on the heavy side, but still soft and supple, caressing every curve while only leaving her arms and neck unprotected.  The oiled steel buckles of the vest glistened in the lamplight, further highlighting her shape.  And the hairstyle was completely foreign.  She thought she might actually look like a native.

Her fingers slid across the buttery soft leggings.  Braegan’s gaze followed her hand across her hip.

“What is this?” she asked Garran, while she pushed back the heat rising to her cheeks.

“Amlug hide. It’s my specialty.  It’s expensive, I’m not gonna lie, but it’s worth every coin, especially if you’re going to be seeing any real fighting.  The pants will need to be hemmed a bit.  They’re not bad, but they should lie flat against your leg, not bunch at the bottom.”  Garran bent and began marking the pant leg where he wanted the hem.  Straightening, he examined his handy work.

“We’re still missing something.”  Garran tapped his bottom lip with his finger.  He smiled, and without a word, once again disappeared into the back room.

“So?” she asked, daring Braegan to meet her gaze.

Braegan coughed, covering his mouth with one closed fist.  “You look…dangerous.”

“That’s it?  That’s all you can say?” Niinka buzzed around Braegan’s head while he ineffectually swatted at her.  “Do you have cotton for brains, or marbles for eyes?  She looks fantastic!  Like a red and black tigress on the prowl.”

“Like a barbarian princess,” Possn chimed from her perch near the front door, surprising Rie.  The shyest of the lot, Possn usually stayed hidden and quiet.  She and Niinka had chosen to travel with Rie on her shopping trip, while the men explored the city on their own.  Braegan had put up with them, seeming to get used to having them pop up randomly out of nowhere.  Of course, it was a lot easier to deal with the girls, one of whom barely spoke, than the more mischievous guys.

“No!  Like a demonatrix!”  Niinka tinkled a laugh.

“Don’t you mean dominatrix?” Braegan asked.

“Nope.  A demonatrix.  She’ll suck out your soul while she sucks you dry, and you’ll beg for more!”

“Ew,” Rie replied, chuckling.  “I’m not sure that’s what I’m going for, here.”

Braegan’s laughter bubbled up from deep within his chest.  He paused just long enough to say, “Don’t listen to her.  You look perfect for Whixle.”