Saturday, April 27, 2013

Spotlight and Excerpt: Born In Flames

Genre: YA Fantasy
Author: Candace Knoebel Blog :: Goodreads :: Facebook :: Twitter :: Amazon
Release Date: September 6, 2012
Buy: Amazon :: B&N

Summary:: Red mirrored scales race up my arms as the haze of pain blurs my vision. My bones crack, breaking to realign. I scream. It is then that the realization of my unavoidable fate sinks in; I am of a dying race. I am dragon. 

Aurora Megalos, orphaned and teetering on the edge of adulthood, thought finding her past would curb the sting of being an outcast. Having no memories of the time before she awoke on her foster mother’s doorstep, she yearns for the emptiness inside her to be filled. With her fellow orphaned best friend, Fenn, by her side, she has nothing to lose and everything to gain. But something powerful stirred within her that she couldn’t explain. Something wanted out. 

In the dark of night, a crazed Seer, dubbed Mr.Creepy, erases everything she’s ever known with an impending prophecy. She now faces two paths. Return to her true home to protect a dying race against a growing evil, or stay hidden in the safety of our realm with a shot at a true love. With a vengeful Arch Enemy stopping at nothing to see her dead, she’s running out of time; a decision must be made. What would you choose?

I've heard many wonderful things about Candace Knoebel and am looking forward to reading this trilogy. :) Here's an excerpt from Born In Flames:

As I walked Mr. Creepy to the door and went to lock it behind him, his arm shot out and grabbed onto my wrist in a sumo death grip. The pupils to his eyes went white, churning the building fear in my stomach. His grip tightened. And then he spoke: “Of dragon born, a conqueror prevails. The chosen one fated to protect the dying race. Third of three deemed protector to the progeny. The other marked for revenge. The book of life pages turn yet unwritten. The canvas to your mortal soul. The connection to your immortal enemy. A death will come to He that breaks the barrier.”

A flash of white so bright it nearly blinded me shone through his eyes while he spoke, and then he blinked them back to normal. That sound of his voice, the sound of a thousand voices speaking through one, resounded in my head.

“Let GO of me!” I yelled. Fenn was already behind me, circling his arm around my waist and yanking the guys grip off of me. He shoved the guy back, moving to close the door, but I stopped him, my heart beating wildly against my chest.

“Don’t,” I cried out, shoving Fenn out of the way as I rushed to face Mr. Creepy again. A better time to get answers couldn’t have slapped me in the face any harder.

“Who are you?” I asked, breath rushing out of me while holding the door open. Mr. Creepy stood still, eyes unmoving.

“Rory, get back, he’s dangerous. Didn’t you see what just happened? Don’t do this,” Fenn pleaded. I jerked my head around to face him, scrunching my eyes in annoyance, and said, “Just give me a minute.”

He huffed and then stepped back, clearly angry with me.

I turned to Mr. Creepy. “You can’t just waltz in here, stalk me all day, then go all prophet on me and not explain who you are and why you are doing this to me.” I grabbed his pasty arm and pulled him back into the restaurant. Everyone had left so I figured this was the best place to confront him. “So again I ask, who are you?”

I crossed my arms and waited, impatiently tapping my foot as the silent seconds seemed to drag on forever.

His chest puffed up. “I am the answer to your questions.” He stuck his chin out. “And here you stand so defiant and demanding answers while you should be questioning who you are.”

I stepped back towards Fenn, seeking that protected feeling he always gave off, as the reality of what Mr. Creepy had said hit home.

“Why do you think I stopped you?” My eyes fell to the floor. “Obviously because I do question who I am,” I rushed out. “Instead of mocking me, why don’t you try explaining? The pendant…your eyes…my eyes…my strange abilities with fire. Why is all of this happening?” I asked boldly.

“Because you are the progeny, the chosen one,” he answered, pausing to let it sink in.I took a step back.

“The progeny? To what? What am I chosen for?”

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