Overview
Taran Wird holds the unique ability
to conjure fire and lightening. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to
the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to
possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates,
Taran's insecurities have driven them apart.
Devastated by an injury that left
her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic.
But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most
loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes
the alternative.
The only way to regain control of
her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones
who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to
the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don't come
easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered.
Yet Taran must learn and learn fast.
Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her
greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .
About Of Flame and Light
Recommended Ages: 18 and up
kindle edition has 350 pages
Published: October
18th 2016
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Of Flame and Light a few weeks ago here. I hope that I managed to convinced a few
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Except
Son of a bitch.
I
groan as I roll onto my back. I’d like to say this is the first time I’ve been
knocked unconscious. I’d also like to say my boobs are the same size, but hey,
such is my life.
Dirt.
All I sense is that and dank heaviness that accompanies a . . . cave? Through
the fog taking up residency along my brain, I make out a dim glow. It takes me
a moment to realize it’s coming from my light-saber arm. I push up on my hands,
grimacing when my fingers sink into the soil. Yet it’s what I see when I glance
up that has me scrambling to my feet.
A
lonely hand scuttles by me, chasing after a rat. Oh, but it gets better. I
press my back against a dirt wall as a foot hops by, chasing after the hand,
that’s chasing after the rat, with a decapitated head rolling —I shit you not—merrily
behind them.
It’s
like some kind of fucked up nursery rhyme. I don’t want to know the next verse,
especially not with the collection of zombies gathering from all sides. These
are different from the ones who pulled us onto shore. Their grisly faces are
more emaciated and their bodies are in a more advance stage of decomposing. As
they shuffle toward me, pieces of their skin fall in small moist clumps.
I
hold out my hand. “Stay back.”
They
collectively moan.
And
move closer.
I
grit my teeth, summoning that spark from deep in my core. The dank air seems to
enclose around me, giving me a chill and snuffing out my inner heat.
Shit,
shit, shit.
On
wobbly legs, I slide my back against the dirt wall, my hands out. The zombies
gather closer, cocking their heads, their empty sockets mesmerized by the glow
of my arm. At first, I think they’re simply curious. But then their short thick
tongues push forward, appearing to lick what’s left of their lips.
I
jump when another hand scrambles by, its pinky brushing against my foot. My
back presses against the dirt wall as I slide against it. I’m not sure where to
go. I only know I can’t stay here.
I
bang my fists against the wall, trying to stimulate my fire. My left hand doesn’t
react, tensing uselessly. But that spark I so need triggers from my right arm,
igniting flames along the path of my blue veins only to putter out.
Come
on, light.
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