Fireblood book5/8/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The skin near my ear where the Minax had marked me burned, and I cried out. I rolled and regained my feet, but my sight remained foggy, the memory far too real. I snapped back to the present, stumbling as an icy blast hit me in the chest. I could hear King Rasmus’s delighted laugh as the Minax broke free from the throne’s dying heart, as the shadow creature crept against my skin, seeking entry, promising the joy of a thousand sunbursts and the absence of pain or weakness ever, ever again. ![]() I couldn’t defeat the curse inside it.īut then another’s frost joined my fire, not extinguishing but creating a blinding blue flame that poured toward the throne, softening its edges, dulling the sharp points, making the ice weep in defeat. A sudden memory took me: my hands, red with fire, stretched toward the icy throne of Fors-the timeless symbol of Frostblood rule-its wicked, gleaming shards mocking my paltry fire. I twisted to the right, throwing a plume of fire from my palms. But I knew all his favorite tricks, his feints and false moves. His left fist twitched before his right came out with a cyclone of frost. One little mistake, one little lapse in focus, would mean defeat. I CIRCLED THE F ROSTBLOOD WARRIOR, my boots kicking up dust from the drought-dry earth. ![]()
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