Dark Fire: Scroll 2
What do you do when you know the very survival of your realm is threatened – and nobody will listen?
WINNER: Eric Hoffer Book Award and Written Art Awards for Sci Fi/Fantasy
"A modern day masterpiece… an enthralling book that is truly unique and difficult to put down. I can’t begin to recommend Dark Fire enough.” - N. Pena, Editor, Chart Publishing
“A fascinating journey… I admit I couldn’t put it down. Part adventure, part coming-of-age, part allegory, Dark Fire is an exciting read and a fascinating journey.” – M. George, Faerie Magazine
“The Krisalys Chronicles of Feyree trilogy would make a great addition to anyone’s library… they belong there right next to other great series like Lord of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien or Inheritance by Christopher Paolini.” - C. Ratcliff, Rebecca’s Reads.
A riveting tale of magic, danger, plots, dreams, and ultimate betrayal that will engulf two realms, forcing féyree, dwarves, and ael into a perilous struggle to discern truth from trouble as two ancient prophecies pit friends against each other in a battle of beliefs.
Continuing in the best traditions of high fantasy, the contemporary saga of the Feyree Chronicles blossoms with this suspense-filled adventure. When the Firelord, Tvashtar Tizon, petitions the Feyree Council to form an alliance, many feyree insist he is presenting them with a rare opportunity. Yet while Tizon’s motives seem sincere, Danai and Joson are increasingly suspicious of their former friend – and so is the Lady of the Lake. Few heed their warnings, and when the dragon attacks, even the elves dismiss the threat of Tizon’s fire daemiani. But the Tvashtar’s fiery realm of Nonetre is withering, and Eshel, his scheming high councilor, believes the prophecy foretells far more than just a simple alliance…
“Grasping the goblet’s stem, Tizon peered into the seething liquid, so like a fire’s heart that, that as he raised it to his mouth, he expected his lips to be seared. The sharp odor reminded him of scorched pine sap. He gulped it. Choked. Reeled back and crashed into a nearby trestle, knocking it over, scattering bowls, crystals and what not every which way. It burned. Not with heat, but with bitter cold, the biting pain of frozen fingers attempting to thaw. Frostfire – he dimly remembered what the Healers called it. He felt his heart searing. Doubling over, he groaned, fingers groping. Red and black embers inundated his vision. He scented fire, tasted smoke. His skin felt as if he lay out on the hottest day on the hottest stone, broiling under the sun’s remorseless caress. He was burning from inside out. Even his voice felt charred – he could not scream…”