From “Once upon a time” to “The End”, KINDLE THE FLAME is now available for sale on Amazon at $4.99 per ebook or $12.99 for paperback. Let me hear a resounding WOOHOOOOOO from the ranks! *cups ear* Okay, I did hear a loud one, but that may have just been me.
My first fantasy!
No, I did not really start the book with “Once upon a time.”
Yes, I did end the book with “The End.”
Yes, there will be a sequel. In fact, there will be TWO more books, because trilogies kind of rock. Yes, I’m writing as fast as I can, and no, I can’t WAIT to share the next book with you.
But I will wait.
Because I want you to read Kinna and Ayden and Cedric and Sebastian’s story from the beginning. The feedback I’ve gotten from advanced-copy-readers has been phenomenal. Can I brag on the group of people who dropped everything to read my story? They’re amazing, y’all! Check out what they have to say on Amazon and Goodreads!
And then, don’t forget to move your cursor up to that little button that says, “Add to Cart.” Because I’m not too proud to beg–or at least ask very nicely. 😉 Want to leave a review? That would be awesome, too. I count on feedback from my readers to help make my books the very best they can be (and reviews don’t hurt sales either).
And now, because I’m so excited that today is release day and my book is now for sale, for your own pleasure, I’m including a sneak peek from the book–the dramatic beginning that sets up the rest of the story 450 years later.
Drums rolled deeply across the valley, each shuddering BOOM underscored by an answering glance from the surrounding craggy cliffs. Dragonfire flickered in spurts from the mouths of the four Great Dragons, while their kind paced in the background. The bonfire in the center of the valley glinted off of their metallic scales like a thousand eyes that glared in silence.
King Aarkan bowed to the gathered Seer Fey on the far side of the bonfire, whose delicate faces were painted with grim expressions. Their matriarch, with her ankle length green plaits, bowed low in return.
“My lord King,” she greeted him.
“Wendren,” he acknowledged. He turned and bowed to the four Dragons. “Dragon Council.” Their smoky eyes flickered in the firelight, steam arching from their nostrils as they in turn dropped their heads before him.
King Aarkan glanced at his men. At his gesture they melted silently back into the darkness that blanketed the valley. The King raised his voice above the crackling flames. “We meet here, Dragons and Fey, out of mutual need. The rebel forces gather power on the borders of my kingdom and wreak havoc among my outlying counties. Civilians flee their homes seeking aid, aid that I can give, but not without help.” He motioned toward the huge beasts who watched him with unreadable expressions.
“Dragons, you too have been slaughtered by the thousands, poached for the value of your scales in providing mail and plate for the rebels.”
A resounding hiss rose from the ranks of Dragons the valley over; flames shot into the air as angry roars ruptured the darkness.
“Seer Fey, these same rebels attack your homes and level your dwellings as they drive you from the western mountains, seeking the gold that streaks your lands. They strike not only your hale and strong, but your children and your elderly. As King and Master of the people and the creatures of this land, I say that this cannot continue!”
His words thundered in the air. Dragons’ roars mixed with the shouts of Seer Fey. Behind Aarkan, his men began a rhythmic stamp on the earth, their greaves clanking in tempo with the drums that accompanied their treaty.
The terms, they all understood. A blood pact between Dragons and men would seal the fiery line of inheritance; the pact would grant kinship of the King and all his lineage to the Dragons forever. The Seer Fey would set themselves and their magic as guardians of Aarkan’s blood, and so, together, form an unbreakable bond to protect the kingdom for all generations.
The King approached the bonfire, flanked by two of his men. Sliding the cooled end of an iron rod from the embers, he pulled it out, held it high. Its sharpened point glowed fiery orange in the air.
The four Dragons stalked nearer the blaze, shuddering deep growls from their throats. Together they lowered their muzzles to the ground as Aarkan moved toward them.
“For Peace!” he shouted, bringing the searing tip down to his forearm, ripping into the sensitive skin above his wrist. His flesh hissed and smoked, but Aarkan made no sound. His blood roiled, black in the firelight, coating his arm and dripping into the dirt.
He moved to the line of Dragons. “For Prosperity!”
The first, a Poison-Quill, huffed smoke around Aarkan’s frame as the King drove the iron blade into the Dragon’s exposed snout. Dark blood rolled across the beast’s nose, flowing over the side and onto the ground. Aarkan laid his own dripping arm onto the snout and then moved to the Nine-Tail.
Into the Nine-Tail’s snout went the blade. The Dragon did not move, though a low rumble shook his throat. The King rolled his blood-soaked arm across the wound and moved to the Ember.
The Ember roared. His flaming head arched toward the sky, towering over Aarkan before pride pulled him to the ground, stilling him when the blade sliced his hide. Again, King and Dragon completed the blood connection.
Aarkan moved to the Mirage whose mirrored scales refracted the bonfire into a million blazing images.
“For enduring lineage!”
The blade came down, and the blood mixed. Lightning forked the sky and thunder rolled in time to the drums’ deep BOOM, BOOM that had picked up in intensity as the ceremony drew to an end.
Aarkan turned, holding his bloody fist to the sky. Wendren raised both arms and faced the heavens.
The drums stopped. Dead silence fell. “Great Star, Light of all lands, it is completed.” Wendren’s voice was milky with age, but the words still rang clear across the valley. “The Seer Fey prove themselves faithful.”
Once more lightning rent the heavens. A single forked bolt split the bonfire; a searing cloud of ash and flame arced hundreds of lengths into the air. The resounding crack of thunder hurled man, Fey, and Dragon to the ground.
In the silence that followed the thunder, Wendren stepped toward the brilliant embers. Mindless of the heat, she pulled an object from the flame bed, holding it high, her green-eyed gaze meeting Aarkan’s across the flames.
“Our vow to you, oh King. With all the power of our taibe, our ancient magic, we bestow upon you this amulet, to ward off evil, to restore good. It is a sign of our oath to you. The Seer Fey will guard you and your lineage forever. Your children and your children’s children will hold the heat of flames in their fingers.”
And one more time, because the cover is soooo pretty:
A girl who never fit in, a young man forced into an outcast’s life, a boy raised without a community, and a ruler who holds the key to their destinies…
Kinna has a Pixie she can’t train and a head full of doubts. Her worst fears come true when she fails the Tournament entrance test. She flees her Clan in disgrace, inexplicably drawn to a Mirage, a rare Dragon she has no business training.
Ayden is cursed—anyone he touches turns to ash before his eyes. He hides amongst the Dragon Clan with the only creatures he cannot hurt. When Kinna frees his favorite Dragon, his world turns upside down.
Cedric grows up in isolation, fostered by an outcast Centaur. When tragedy strikes, he ventures into a strange new world of Dragons, political intrigue, and magic.
Sebastian’s country hovers on the brink of war. Chased from his rightful throne, he schemes to retake his kingdom by any means possible, even if it threatens an ancient agreement that underpins the foundation of his realm.
Only by examining their pasts will these four find their futures. But will they survive the fires of discovery?
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