Thanks to Chloe Neill, you very lucky readers of mine are going to get to read an exclusive scene from her upcoming book, Firespell. Go on, you can say it, you love me don't ya? And Chloe of course. :P Enjoy peeps!
Firespell (Dark Elite #1) by Chloe Neill
Release Date: Janurary 5, 2010
Age Level: YA
By the time I glanced up again, Scout and Jason were only feet in front of
me. That meant the blond girl was only a
few yards behind. I saw the look of horror on Scout’s face. “Get up,
Lily!” she implored. “Run.”
I muttered a curse that would have made a string of sailors blush, and
ignoring the bruises blossoming on my knees,
jumped to my feet and did as I was ordered. The three of us took off down
the hallway, presumably for a safer place.
We ran through one corridor, then another, then another, heading in the
opposite direction of the path I’d taken with
the brat pack—probably a good thing, since there was no giant metal door
in that part of the convent to keep them
To keep her out.
Whatever juju the blonde used before, she used again, the ground rumbling
beneath our feet. I don’t know how she
managed it, how she managed to make the earth—and all the limestone
above it—move, but she did it sure enough.
We all stumbled, but Scout reached out a hand and grabbed at the wall to
keep her balance, and Jason caught
Scout’s elbow. I caught limestone, the stones rushing toward my face as
she knocked me off my feet. I braced myself
on my hands, the pads of my hands burning as I hit the floor.
They were on their feet again and yards ahead before they realized I
wasn’t with them.
“Lily!” Scout screamed, but I was already looking behind me, watching
the blonde. The earthquake-maker just stood
there, and I figured if I was already on the floor, there wasn’t much
else she could do to me.
Of course, that didn’t mean the guy who stepped out from behind her
couldn’t do damage. He was older than she
was—college, maybe. Curly dark hair, broad shoulders, and blue eyes that
gleamed with a creepy intensity—With a
hunger. And all that hunger and intensity was directed at me.
I swallowed down fear and panic, and tried to make my brain work, tried to
make my arms and legs push me up from
the floor, but I was suddenly puppy-clumsy, unable to order my limbs to
The boy stepped beside the blonde, muttered something, and just as she had
done, whipped his hand in my
The air pressure in the room changed, and something flew my way, some
thing he’d created with that flick of his
hand. It looked like a contact lens of hazy, green smoke, but it wasn’t
really smoke. It wasn’t really a thing. It was
more like the very air in the room had warped.
Still on the floor—only a second or two having passed since I fell to
the ground, time slowing in the midst of my
panic—I stared at it, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as it moved toward
Nothing in my sixteen years of life in Sagamore, or my week in Chicago,
had prepared me for . . .. whatever it was.
And whatever it was, it was about to make contact.
They say there are moments in your life when time slows down, when you can
see your fate rushing toward you. This
was one of those times.
Well if that doesn't make you want to read Firespell then I don't know what will. I've got a feeling I'm going to love this book. For those of you who have already made up your mind that this is a book you want, there are some links below where you can pre-order it.