One Thousand Worlds is delighted and honoured to host the final leg of Firebolt: The vitual Tour by Adrienne Woods.
In my
free time, If I get any because Moms don’t really have free time, I love to
spend time with friends, if it’s a girls night out, or just a movie, I’m a very
chilled person.My
writing career is starting with Firebolt, book one with the Dragonian Series,
there will be four books in total and two to three books that is about the
stories taking place inside The Dragonian Series.I do
write in different Genres, I have a woman’s fiction called the Pregnancy
Diaries, but it would be published under another name. And then I have a
paranormal series, called the Watercress series. There are about ten novels in
that one.So,
plenty of novels to come out, so little time.I
hope you are going to embrace the Dragonian Series as much as I loved writing
them.
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A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.
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Blurb
Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year-old Elena Watkins was no different.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena is in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena's heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh and the only way Elena's going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales. Now it's time for Elena to believe in...herself.
Synopsis:
For the love of blueberries, Elena Watkins
was destined for greatness, even though she didn’t know it. Forced to travel
from home to home every three months Elena’s life was a never ending blur of
new towns and new faces, that is, until the night her father was killed by a
creature she thought only existed in fairy tales – a dragon. With her father’s
death leaving her orphaned, Elena is whisked away to her true birthplace,
Paegeia.
Arriving at Dragonia Academy, the premier
school for young Dragonians, she begins to feel a sense of belonging in this
strange world; a school she was never meant to attend because her father was a
dragon. Elena is soon swept up in the rigor of her new life and the new set of
skills she now needs to survive: Latin, Art of War, and Enchantments.
Entranced by her new reality Elena learns
about the dragons and humans who inhabit her new home. There are two classes of
dragons that soar through Paegeia distinguished by their instinctual pretense
for either good or darkness. The distinction between these two very different
species is vital to Elena’s success in her new world because she has been
marked as a Dragonian, a human preordained to ride and tame a dragon of her
very own.
With the help of her new friends, Elena is
able to navigate the complexities of her new home. Her new roommates Becky and
Sammy are even more amazing then she could have ever imaged and to top it all
off, Sammy was a dragon. Sammy’s is also the devoted sister of Blake, the most
attractive boy at school and the Rubicon; the only dragon of his kind with the
abilities of all the dragon species with a pretense for evil. Elena soon finds
the love she always wanted with Lucian, the Prince of Tith, who actively
pursues Elena throughout her time at Dragonia Academy, winning her heart with
his absolute adoration and unshaken dedication.
Unbeknownst to Elena danger is lurking
behind the enchanted vines concealing the once thriving capital of Paegeia –
Etan. Goran, the darkest sorcerer to ever practice his evil arts in the realm,
has lain dormant for over a century behind the crumbling city. The first step
in his menacing plan is to destroy the only weapon that can kill him – the King
of Lion Sword.
When the sword is stolen Elena doesn’t
think twice about seeking it; knowing deep down that it is her destiny to save
her new home. She travels to the Sacred Cavern, and discovers the nefarious
actions of an unknown man lead to the swords destruction as she follows the
trail revealed in the prophetic waters of the cavern.
Elena and her friends engage the mysterious
man revealing their existence to Goran and fighting for their very lives.
Author Info
I was born and raised in South Africa, where I still live with my husband, and two beautiful little girls. I always knew that I was going to be a writer but it only started to happen about four years ago, now I can’t stop writing.In my
free time, If I get any because Moms don’t really have free time, I love to
spend time with friends, if it’s a girls night out, or just a movie, I’m a very
chilled person.My
writing career is starting with Firebolt, book one with the Dragonian Series,
there will be four books in total and two to three books that is about the
stories taking place inside The Dragonian Series.I do
write in different Genres, I have a woman’s fiction called the Pregnancy
Diaries, but it would be published under another name. And then I have a
paranormal series, called the Watercress series. There are about ten novels in
that one.So,
plenty of novels to come out, so little time.I
hope you are going to embrace the Dragonian Series as much as I loved writing
them.Blog Facebook Twitter Goodreads
Chapter 1
A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.
The bedroom door hitting the wall expelled the thought from my mind.
With his hand tangled up in his copper hair and with huge brown eyes, Dad's
figure filled the entire doorway. “Pack your bags.” He had that set to his jaw,
the one that meant there was no way out of this. He bolted out of the room just
as suddenly as he had appeared.
My teeth ground hard against each other, and the sharp pain behind my
eyes, I guessed from the lack of sleep, grew stronger. Every fibre of my being
wanted to explode.
Ever since I could remember my name, Dad and I had been on the run. From
what? Beats me.
For
the last two weeks, I'd been pacing up and down through the house, struggling
to fall asleep at night, waiting for this day.
For the love of blue berries, no sixteen-year old should live this
way!
I climbed off my bed, and the first step I took left my toe tangled in
the wide leg of my jeans. I tried to
regain my balance as the closet inched closer, but with wildly flailing arms, I
came crashing down. The thud reverberated across the wooden floor, and it
sounded as if I'd broken something.
Dad darted back into my room. "Are you okay?" He lifted me
back onto my feet as if I weighed nothing.
Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes, threatening to burst, as I
stared up at him.
"Don't give me that look, Elena. Please, we need to hurry.” He
pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and chucked it haphazardly onto my bed.
“We need to go. Now.”
"Dad…"
He started to grab my clothes from the shelf and tossed them messily
inside my small suitcase. Then he paused, sighed, and looked up with soft eyes.
He stroked the side of my cheek with his hand gently. “This wasn't the right
place, bear. Please, you’ve got to trust me.”
His hand reached back to pull everything off my shelf, while my hands
curled up into balls of fury. My heart pounded fast as those two words bounced
inside my skull. “Trust you, Dad?”
"Elena, we don't have much time,” he yelled. “Pack your bags! You
can ask questions later." He left, and the hollow “doof” sound from his
footsteps stomped loudly as he made his way into the hall.
Ask questions? Yeah right! I’ll only get answers that don’t reveal why
we are on the run for the gazillionth time.' “Trust me” and “I'll tell you when
the time is right” were the only two answers Dad gave. 'Guess time with him
will never be right.’
It was no use arguing with him anyway. The last time, he threw me over
his shoulder and carried me out without any of my things.
So I grabbed the stuff I needed: my mp3 player, a photo of Mom that Dad
didn't know I had, and my journal from underneath my bed. I tossed them into my
backpack. It wasn't much, but it was the stuff that made my miserable life felt
less pathetic. I zipped up my suitcase and took a deep breath. Looking around
my bedroom for the last time, I said goodbye to my sixtieth-something room.
Dad almost ran me over in the hall with his army bag slung over his
shoulder. He grumbled, which I assumed was an apology, took my suitcase, and
ran down the stairs. He always rented these huge old houses, pre-furnished and
near the countryside, and we always left after three months.
The pickup's horn honked as I shut the front door. I closed my eyes and
took another deep breath. Just two more years, then I'll be eighteen and free
from this freak show. Huge raindrops fell hard onto the ground. The smell of
wet dirt filled the air. It was my favorite smell.
The water that pooled on the ground covered all the gaps in the driveway,
forcing me to hopscotch around all of them. My shoe got caught in one of the
gaps and I smacked down hard in a huge puddle. By the time I reached the truck,
my jeans and shoes were soaking wet.
Warm heat from the vents inside the truck hit me full blast as I jumped
in; a million goose pimples erupted across my skin. As soon as I shut the rusty door, Dad floored
the gas pedal. Tires screeched and the truck spun away as if the Devil chased
us. My lower lip quivered softly as he
swerved onto the road. The streetlights flew by in a blur as I plugged in my
earpieces. The same stupid song about a miracle boomed from my mp3, drowning
the sound of the engine and the hard dribbles on the roof, a percussion that
became the perpetual soundtrack to my misery.
A feeling of utter loneliness consumed my heart as I stared out the
window. Homes with white picket fences and the convenient store whizzed by in a
flash. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said goodbye, and my breath on the
glass created a foggy condensation. Reaching out my index finger, I drew a
small heart. These were the reasons why Mom had left. She couldn't handle his
paranoia, but why she’d left her daughter to deal with it was a mystery. Dad
constantly reminded me of the latter, and that was the only time he ever spoke
of her. If he ever discovered I had that picture, he would kill me. That was
how much he hated her for leaving us.
The lights of a vehicle in the upcoming lane shone directly into my
face. I shut my eyes, waiting for it to disappear. As a little girl, I used to
watch Dad as we drove away from yet another house. He would glare into his
rearview mirror every five seconds, every muscle in his face clenched, and his
knuckles white on the steering wheel. I hadn’t been able to force myself to
peek out the window then, as it used to scare the living crap out of me to
consider the possible reasons he was fleeing from, or who might be following
us. Now, I didn't look at him or care much for what he was going through. He
created this problem. With me becoming the luggage. It was a ritual I endured
every three months, and nothing over the past sixteen years had ever changed
that.
The “Interstate 40” sign flew by in a whirl, and the pickup slowly moved
onto the turnoff lane.
My eyes started to burn as I stared at the
rain running down my window. Each rivet resembled another town, another place I
would never again call home. Exhaustion consumed me and my eyelids felt heavy.
I laid my head against the window and struggled to stay awake.
Suddenly, a dark and huge figure flew past me. Dad swerved to the left,
which made me crushed into the side of the passenger’s door. My entire body
pumped with adrenaline. I jumped straight in my seat and wrenched the seatbelt
over my shoulder to buckle myself in. I tore out my earpieces as I tried to
process what had just happened.
“What was that?” I looked at Dad.
He stared straight ahead with huge eyes. Beads of sweat rolled from his
hairline down to the side of his temple. He looked terrified, something that
conflicted with his personality. I'd never seen Dad look that scared in my
entire life.
“Dad!”
“Did you see where it went?” he asked, attempting to inject calm into
his voice, but I could hear the fear lacing each syllable.
“See where what went? Dad what was that!”
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
“For once in your life, just tell me!” I screamed. Sixteen years of
frustration exploded from my lungs. I couldn't take the unknown anymore.
“Fine.”
He mumbled something else that I didn't catch. "Do you remember the
stories I used to tell you?"
“Stories? What stories?”
“The ones about Paegeia, Elena.” He looked in his rearview mirror again
with huge, unblinking eyes.
Vaguely, but I didn't tell him that. "What does that have to do
with this?"
“They're real.”
I froze and I stared at him.
“All of it, it’s real. The dragons, the magic, the wall, everything is
real.”
Missed it? Here are all the tour dates for Firebolt:
Wednesday, 15th January: Michelle Willms
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Thursday, 16th January: Library of Erana
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Friday, 17th January: Melanie Adkins
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Tuesday 21st January: Carlyle Labuscaghne.
http://worldsawaybookblog.blogspot.com Review and Spotlight
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Friday 24th January: The Crooked Word
http://thecrookedword.blogspot.com/ Review and Spotlight with Becky
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