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About The
Book
Title: The Fire Mages
Author: Pauline
M. Ross
Genre: Epic
Fantasy Adventure / Romance
Kyra has
always been drawn to the magic of spellpages. She is determined to leave her
small village far behind and become a scribe, wielding the power of magic
through her pen. Halfway through her training, she has a mage as patron and her
ambitions are within her grasp. But a simple favour for her sister goes
disastrously awry, destroying Kyra's dreams in an instant.
Devastated, she accepts an offer from a stranger to help her find out what went
wrong. The young man sees growing power within Kyra, potentially stronger than
spellpages or any living mage. The answers to unlocking that power may lie
within the glowing walls of the Imperial City, but its magic is strong and the
unwary vanish without trace on its streets. Thirsty for knowledge and desperate
to avoid another accident, she feels compelled to risk it.
While she focuses on controlling her abilities, a storm of greed and ambition
boils up around her. Kyra is a pawn in the struggle for dominance between
unscrupulous factions vying for rule of her country. Trusting the wrong side
could get her killed--or worse, the potent magic she barely understands could
be put to unthinkable evil.
Author Bio
Pauline
lives in the beautiful Highlands of Scotland with her husband, her grown up daughter
and a mad cat. She likes chocolate, whisky, her Kindle, massed pipe bands, long
leisurely lunches, watching TV with her daughter, chocolate, going places in
her campervan, eating pizza in Italy, summer nights that never get dark, wood
fires in winter, chocolate, the view from the study window looking out over the
Moray Firth and the Black Isle to the mountains beyond. And chocolate. She
dislikes driving on motorways, cooking, shopping, hospitals. ‘The Fire Mages’
is her second published work. ‘The Plains of Kallanash’ was published in
September 2014.
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Excerpt
The highway was lined three or four deep in honour
of the Kellon’s arrival, despite a misty rain. I was there with my whole family
- Mother, Father, three sisters, two brothers, and my eldest sister’s husband
and children. The procession arrived an hour or two later than expected. A long
train of horsemen in the local colours preceded several fine carriages, wagons
of luggage and finally the open carts for the servants. The Kellon and most of
his retainers would stay at the village guest house, with the overflow squeezed
into the inn.
The Kellon himself rode near the front, his armour
loose enough to accommodate his belly. Guards surrounded him, and behind came
several men in leather riding trousers and long coats, the full skirts trailing
over their horses’ rumps. I spotted the bulk of the Kellon’s Steward, and one
man was recognisable as a mage by the tattoo on his forehead. The others were
indistinguishable older men with serious faces looking straight ahead, either
uninterested in the village peasantry or with their thoughts fixed on weightier
matters. Or perhaps focused on their stomachs, since they were late for the
noon board.
One man was different. He was younger than the
others, only a few years older than me, and since he wore no riding scarf, his
dark hair jumped out of the array of blond heads around him. Odder still, as he
passed by, he turned towards me and stared directly into my eyes, as if,
somehow, he knew me and had picked me out from the sea of identical women. Yet
I had never seen him before.
“Well, that was peculiar,” said Alita, my next
oldest sister. “I’ve not seen him here before. Why did he look at you in that
way?”
I could only
shrug. I shivered, suddenly chilled from standing so long in the drizzle.
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