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Gifts of Fire and Ice The Firenight Prophecies Book 1 by Darren Boeck Genre: YA Fantasy, Coming of Age

The Gift of Fire to Save Us… The Gift of Fire to Awaken Us… Valinet is a gifter. She’s good with fire magic, but little does she know she is one of the most powerful gifters of the empire. Torn between the life she knows and one that she does not, Valinet and her brother Serg, must decide if they will brave the dangers of the Middle Desert to seek protection in Windfall. With their lives turned upside down, they must find their own path within the empire. Pushed apart by fate, they struggle to stay connected to one another, while noble Bloodlines seek their own ambitions. Are the Bloodlines seeking Valinet? Will they seek to employ her or try to take her power? Can serg keep himself out of the watchful eyes of the Bloodlines? Gifts of Fire and Ice is book one of the FireNight Prophecies. It brings the Fire Empire into focus just as it is starting to unravel. Noble Bloodlines seek to weaken the emperor’s grasp, pulling in Valinet, Serg, and even the emperor’s own children. They must play every hand they have to win. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Darren Boeck is an avid reader of both science fiction and fantasy novels. Having spent decades reading them, he finally decided to put pen to paper (or keyboard to word processor) and wrote his own. With a Master’s degree in Cyber Security and way too many hours behind the glow of a computer screen, he has taken a leap from the logic of the computer realm into a realm of YA fantasy. When not working on this current series, he can be found navigating life with his wife, four daughters, and two dogs. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Regel tested the shackles on his wrists while they walked. There didn’t seem to be any
way to get them off without the key. He knew which guard had the key, the one with the
old, white scar on his left cheek. But how was he going to overpower a half dozen
guards and get the keys before more guards came? He needed the other two men to work
with him, but that seemed to be a lost hope.
“Where are you taking us?” Regel asked the guards.
“We are taking you out to get some exercise,” responded the guard nearest him. One of
the other guards snickered softly, apparently finding it amusing.
“You know,” said Regel, “I don’t feel like exercise today. Could I perhaps go back to
my cell, and we can do this in the morning?”
“Sorry, captain’s orders. We are to take you three out to the courtyard to let you get
some sun and exercise,” stated the same guard.
“Yeah, you guys have been locked up too long,” spoke a second guard. “It will do you
some good to get some exercise. Maybe stretch a little and loosen a little tension in
your necks.”
Two of the guards snickered at that statement. Well, he wasn’t stupid. Regel knew what
they meant to do to them in the courtyard. It was time to look for any opening, and
maybe he would have to scream for help.
The guards marched them down the long hall and through two sets of doors before they
came to an archway leading out into a small courtyard. Two of the guards moved ahead of
the others and entered first. The other four pushed them along from behind. They
hastily stepped out into the sunshine. It was more of a back alley than an open
courtyard.
Without wasting any time, two of the men grabbed Jemen first and stood him near the
wall. The guard who must be in charge spoke. “You have been charged with being a user
of ice magic. You have been found guilty and are hereby sentenced to death. Do you have
any last words, icer?”
Jemen looked at the guards and then at his surroundings, but just hung his head in
defeat. The two guards forced him to his knees, and a third guard stepped forward.
Regel scanned the situation. Ok, three of them were occupied with Jemen. Another guard
held his shackles, and a fifth held Foster’s. The guard who seemed to be in charge
stood off to the side. This might be his only chance, he thought.
The two guards holding Jemen leaned him forward while the third guard drew out his
short sword. Just as he swung the blade over his head to gain momentum, Regel whirled
around and brought his arms up to the guard holding his shackles….