Book Promo Feature – Keeper of the Eye by Mark Shane

Indie Book Promo is happy to welcome Mark Shane to the blog. He’s here to share about his book, Keeper of the Eye. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below.


KotE-Front-Cover-w-TitleBeautiful and deadly, Falon is the greatest assassin in the Rang Shalan. Then she learns she’s fighting for the wrong side. Fleeing for her life, she seeks out Max, the one wizard who can help save her people.

Michael is a simple carpenter. While other eighteen-year-olds seek adventure, he loves his quiet life. Then nightstalkers attack and everything turns to chaos. With the world on the brink of Armageddon, a mystical gem known as the Eye calls on Michael to wield its great magic, but its power is useless if he can’t learn to embrace the magic within himself.

Thrown into a war of wizards and warlocks, demons and dragons, Michael and Falon follow Max on a daring mission to save the world. Racing headlong toward the fight of their life, Michael must wield powers he barely understands while Falon must embrace skills she abhors and Max must become the wizard he failed to be in the past.

Keeper of the Eye can be purchased from Amazon



bass-picTechnology geek by day, fantasy writer by night, Mark Shane saves bits and bytes for “the man” then unwinds with fire wielding wizards and jaded dragons. He grew up on video games, Star Wars, King Arthur and Lord of the Rings (long before the movies came out). After traipsing through enough fantastically colorful worlds he decided to create his own. And when his creations wouldn’t stop talking, he put pen to paper.



Wispy clouds, illuminated bright white by the full moon, floated calmly across the sky. The twinkling stars added their own shimmer to the serene view. A peaceful sight to any traveler, but its beauty was lost on the four shadows trotting across the hilly terrain. To them, the night was deadly. They welcomed the bright moonlight as it sped their travel and gave them a small glimmer of hope. A false hope.

A nightmarish howl pierced the cool air and it was answered by howls from many directions. Their calls joined in a symphony composed in hell.

Close to panic, Max’s blue roan fought him as he turned her toward a rocky outcrop.

“The horses won’t stay around,” Garen said.

“We can’t afford to lose our supplies,” Michael added as they reached the outcrop.

“Unsaddle them,” Max instructed, “quickly and leave the saddles where they land. We don’t have time to haul supplies up. Won’t be here long anyway. Hurry!”

Straps were unhitched, buckles unbuckled and the horses bolted with reins dangling before the saddles hit the ground. Garen led the group up the winding path. Tall granite walls on each side narrowed as they reached the top.


The nightstalkers moved toward the outcrop like black wraiths. The moonlight swallowed by their black coats, their glowing red eyes emitting their own hellish light. They had surveyed the rocky outcrop from all sides. Their prey was indeed trapped, but attacking them could be costly. The leader considered waiting them out, to see if they would come down, but he knew they would make no such mistake. Nothing would be easy in taking this prey. That suited him fine; it had been a long time since he had had a challenge. He raised his head to the sky, wishing he could obliterate the cursed moon, and howled. They darted up the rocky hill twenty strong.

If it won’t be easy, he thought, then it will be quick.