Son Of Sun (Forgotten Gods (Book 2)) - Plot & Excerpts
Close beside me, the embers of a fire had long since burned to cold ashes. I could only assume Chassan had bundled me up and placed me next to a warm fire in an attempt to save my life. With a soft moan, I rose to my elbows, only to swallow a scream when my right arm stirred from beneath the pile of grey cinders. My eyes grew saucer wide as I jerked the dusty arm under the blankets. Quickly, I scanned the room, searching for some explanation and praying I was alone. What had happened? How had my arm ended up in the fire? I glanced back to the pile of ash, where my flurry of movement had stirred a few coals back to life. An orange ribbon flared along the underbelly of one coal, and when my eyes locked onto it, it was all I could do to keep my arm in the blanket with me. Low along my spine, the spot where my magic slept began to tingle. The fire called to me, sang to my soul, begged me to come back into its flames. My body needed it, wanted it, craved it the same way Chassan’s did the sun.
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