Saturday, November 12, 2011

Catalyst by Marc Johnson

by Marc Johnson

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Published: 2011
Publisher: Longshot Publishing
Genre: Fantasy, YA
Rating: 4

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For centuries, the kingdom of Alexandria has protected Northern Shala from the monstrous creatures lurking in the Wastelands. Now, a dark force threatens that fragile peace.

Far from home, Alexandria’s princess is abducted. When a young villager named Hellsfire stumbles upon her and her captors, he rushes in to rescue her, alone and unarmed. His fear and fury unleash an uncontrollable magical force that grants him the power to save the princess—and change the world.

Hellsfire has never craved nor dreamed of power. But such magic as he now possesses has not been seen in Northern Shala for a thousand years, since the devastation of the War of the Wizards and the creation of the Wastelands.

Now Hellsfire must leave all he’s ever known, and make a dangerous journey to learn to master this wild, ferocious power—power he knows he is not ready to wield. More difficult still, he needs to master his emotions. If he can’t, the power will consume him, Alexandria will fall, and darkness will eclipse the land, destroying everyone he loves.

In the dead of cold, the spark shall burn...

The Passage of Hellsfire series:
book 2 - tba

My two-bits:
In-a-word(s): the One
Fascinating start to a series that is a coming-of-age adventure story involving magic and fire.

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1 comment:

  1. You had me at *monstrous creatures* :D
    Dang, I just gotta ask Santa for a Kindle/Nook thingie lol

    The Blond Floozy planned to ask her *Santa* for a few goodies as well. She'd had her eye on a stunning Schiaparelli in the window of Barney's for weeks now. And what girl wouldn't look good in a Miriam Haskell parure drapped around her slender throat?

    Lost in decadence and dreams, she didn't notice the Velvet Glove approaching until he was nearly at her table.

    The Blond Floozy nearly choked on her gin fizz. Whatever he was thinking, she found his boldness intoxicating, if not more than a little reckless. She just wished he'd treat her as more than another bim or chippy.

    Visions of Vuitton forgotten, she arched a penciled brow. One of Santa's helpers, perhaps?


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