Fuel to the Fire
(Fuel to the Fire: book 1) Having spent her entire life disguised as a boy to avoid the risk of being forced into sexual slavery, fifteen year old Davran finds herself transported to a world thought to be legend. With sunlight, an abundance of food and people that trust, this world is everything her home is not. She could be happy, she could disclose the love she feels for Ronyn (the dragon trainer’s son), but when Hesperus (the Keeper-of-Knowledge) discovers her, she may have to return to a world of misery where even suicide is no escape and where the most frightening monster is not the dragons or the razor-hounds, but the tyrannical ruler, Saurian. Available as both paperback and ebook. |
Opening of Fuel to the Fire
Davran bit her lip and stared at the dark imposing doors, the howling shriek still ringing in her ears. Resisting the push and shove of the men all around them, Samaq closed his hand around hers and squeezed a measure of comfort. More than almost anything she wanted to hold on to her father but the dread of discovery forced her to draw her hand away.
Never drop the pretence, she thought, the words coming to her mind in Samaq’s voice.
Never.
Ever.
She had heard the sound before: razor hounds in the wilderness, far beyond the cut. Distance had apparently softened its menacing edge. In her fifteen years she had yet to see one of the creatures and now wondered if it would look as fearful as it sounded. Knowing the creature was not directly behind the door but deep in the heart of the building she pushed her fear aside and ran through her memory all Samaq had told her. Speaking inside the arena being forbidden this was the last chance for any askings. She had none to ask. Ready as I’m ever gonna be, she determined, as mute guards heaved the doors open and she looked with resignation into the cavernous entrance.
Davran bit her lip and stared at the dark imposing doors, the howling shriek still ringing in her ears. Resisting the push and shove of the men all around them, Samaq closed his hand around hers and squeezed a measure of comfort. More than almost anything she wanted to hold on to her father but the dread of discovery forced her to draw her hand away.
Never drop the pretence, she thought, the words coming to her mind in Samaq’s voice.
Never.
Ever.
She had heard the sound before: razor hounds in the wilderness, far beyond the cut. Distance had apparently softened its menacing edge. In her fifteen years she had yet to see one of the creatures and now wondered if it would look as fearful as it sounded. Knowing the creature was not directly behind the door but deep in the heart of the building she pushed her fear aside and ran through her memory all Samaq had told her. Speaking inside the arena being forbidden this was the last chance for any askings. She had none to ask. Ready as I’m ever gonna be, she determined, as mute guards heaved the doors open and she looked with resignation into the cavernous entrance.
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