A war has left his people on
the brink of extinction; Drystan Commander of the King's Warriors will turn to
any means necessary to save his people.
Land of the Kell
Claws dug into
Drystan's arm. He swung his blade round his head, twisting his large body.
Drystan, the commander of the Kell army, kicked high into the lizard-like man's
underbelly then shoved the body away. The Drac Scoull left bloody scratch marks
as it was hurtled onto its back. Drystan did not hesitate, his blade sunk all
the way into the exposed side of the Scoull's armour. The enemy gave a high
pitched squeal, its body convulsing in its death throes. He yanked the blade
out and ran forward to the next target; blood and adrenaline coursed through
his system. His heart, full of anguish and rage, pounded so hard against his
ribs he feared it would explode. So many Drac Scoulls in the way.
The screams of the women echoed around him. Oh, by the gods. He fought not for his
life but for theirs. The city had been left unguarded; the Drac Scoulls had
stormed the inner city. In and out of every home they had gone. Drystan had
witnessed them dragging out the women, the helpless babes, the young girls, to
slaughter them. The streets were running red with their blood.
The army had been too far away, lured out to battle by Norlac, ruler of the Drac.
Adalardo, King of the Kells, had seized the opportunity to end the war once and
for all. Every able-bodied man had marched on the Drac fortress.
The Drac were like a swarm of insects moving in every
direction. Drystan leapt over the body of an adolescent girl. His blade again
hitting its mark; another Scoull's head went flying. His hard, muscled body
ached from exertion and was dripping with sweat; his body armour was splattered
with blood. He battled, until there were none left to kill.
"That has to be the entire Drac army,"
panted Melor, who had been fighting a step behind him.
"Go, keep searching. Do not rest until we know
every Scoull is dead. May the gods have spared some of our women from this horror."
Melor nodded, racing off. Adalardo came hurtling
around the corner on the back of his
stag; his own face dark with the same anguished rage Drystan was feeling.
"Drystan, to the palace! There are still Scoulls inside." He bolted towards the Palace gate tower. Drystan raced
behind his King. He hoped and prayed there were some still alive.
Angela Castle’s Blue Fire is
a fabulous short novel that had me entertained the whole way through.
Lila for Two Lips Reviews
ALSO BY ANGELA CASTLE
BLURB:
Fed up with men, but wanting
a baby, Storm Wellington decides to take matters into her own hands, randomly selecting
an obscure little town to find an unknowing sperm donor. Unknowingly, Storm
walks into a town run and owned by big cat shifters. River Black, Alpha of
Blacktown can’t believe his luck, finding his mate in his own town, even
better, the lovely lush woman is more than eager. After a passionate night,
Storm disappears without a trace, leaving River desperate to find her. Finally,
tracking her down, River discovers the evidence of her single parenthood plans
and is now pregnant with his cubs. River persuades Storm to return to Blacktown
with him, but another has her eye on River and is determined to rid the town of
any rival. In the sweltering heat of the Australian Summer, River must convince
Storm to be his mate and protect her or risk losing her forever.
BLURB:
Licking her wounds after
ending a six-year marriage to a serial cheating husband, Julia has run away to
her grandfather's house high in the Australian Mountains, hoping to fix the old
neglected building up while she contemplates her future, only to discover a
huge white Siberian tiger on her door step.
Tiger shifter Mohan has
escaped, jumped ship and is in hiding from the hunter who has ripped him from
his world and murdered those he loved, when a curvy Aussie woman turns up at
the old house he’s managed to shelter in these past weeks. He offers his
services as a builder by day, returning to her by night as a tiger. Despite the
strong attraction he has trouble fighting, what he discovers in Julia is a new
kind of warmth and kindness he is in desperate need of.
Julia knows her
gorgeous Russian handyman is harboring dark secrets, but can her heart stand
falling in love and losing again?
Can they help each other mend the
deeper issues which plague their lives? And bring hope of a new future. Or will
Mohan’s past hunt him down and tear the new fragile bond between them?
