Blue Fire
Angela Castle
Excerpt Heat Level: Violence
Book Heat Level: 4
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Crystal City
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.
Review
"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
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