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Temple of Fyre (Island of Fyre Book 1)

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BLURB:
Sold by her family to the priestesses of the Temple of Fyre, Ria soon masters using each of the four fyrestones, white, yellow, orange and scarlet. Her curiosity leads her to the archives and there, she learns things that disturb her. There are no men serving as priests but in the past there were. Men are kept in the harras where the priestesses visit. On the day of her testing she is ordered to perform a task she dislikes and refuses to destroy a town. Many of the priestesses fall into unconsciousness. Melera, the chief priestess, beats and banishes Ria for the carrion crows to consume. Ari was abandoned as a child and found by two elderly firestone miners. He has pursued this and is the best of the finders. He goes to the temple to sell the stones he has gleaned. On leaving, Ria attempts to steal the fyrestone he has worn since the day he was found. He thinks she is a boy and a thief and he takes her to his room at the inn. On discovering her identity, he refuses to turn her over to the priestesses and they leave town. They are searching for the fabled blue fyrestones. They also learn to use them they must be bonded physically, emotionally and spiritually. Can they learn to master the blue stones and defeat Malera so they can rule the temple with love and understanding?
Kryssie Fortune
5.0 out of 5 stars Fabulous start to a fantasy series. Don't miss this one
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 13, 2019
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Ria has power but lacks knowledge. When challenged by the head of the all female Temple of Fyre, she loses and goes into exile. As she learns how to hone her strengths, she also learns the history of the Temple. Along the way 
she learns about love, but the priestesses have taught her that mating with a male costs a priestess her power. And another confrontation with the head priestess looms.

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EXCERPT:

Ria stuffed the scroll she’d taken from the shelves beneath her caftan and tightened the sash to make sure the cylinder holding the rolled papyrus remained hidden. Beads of perspiration covered her forehead. She rubbed the sleeve of her robe over her face. The night air held sultry remnants of the heat of the day. Usually, the thick walls of the temple complex kept the rooms and corridors cool. Tonight was different. The usual night breezes were absent, so the heat remained. Perhaps the approaching solstice was the cause?
     Or, maybe her fear of discovery caused her heart to thump against her chest and her muscles to tighten into confining bands? She was in a place where she had no right to be without the presence of one of the priestesses. Acolytes were forbidden full access to the scrolls in the scriptorium. She drew a deep breath. She’d acted out of necessity. The scroll beneath her caftan was one she’d discovered during another of her night searches. She wasn’t permitted to read this one, but she had, and the words stirred questions her tutors refused to address.
     On the morrow, her ability to control the flames of the fyrestones would be tested. She would be ordered to call flames from a pair of scarlet crystals and blend her blaze with those raised by the priestesses of the circle. Then, the chief priestess would assign her a task. Ria believed the things she’d read in this particular scroll would help her during the ordeal. The test was not without risk. One slip and the flames she sought to control could turn her into a living torch.
     She crept to the scriptorium door and peered into the hall. With senses alert, she listened and searched the shadows cast by the flickering torches on the white plaster of the walls. Sensing no one was nearby she scurried along the corridor toward the living quarters of the priestesses and acolytes. With luck, she would reach her room without being discovered.
     Her hand pressed against the scroll she wanted to read again. The words of this particular one were vastly 
different from the lessons she’d been taught by the priestesses. Had they lied? Were the ways to use the fyrestones described in these writings true, or were they only a fable invented by some ancient scribe?
     There were other scrolls which told tales that seemed unreal. The aged priestess in charge of the scriptorium had laughed when Ria asked about dragons with eyes the color of the scarlet fyrestones. The old woman scoffed when Ria showed her passages describing wands wielded by wizards that sent lashes of bright or dark flames to control people.
     There was no one she could ask if this scroll contained truths. Questions weren’t encouraged. Still, she wanted
 to believe what she’d read in this scroll about the uses of the stones. They told of helping the people, and that appealed to her.
     Ria sighed. Since the day she’d been bought from the slavers by the chief priestess, her life, though interesting 
had been lonely. Not for her the crowded classrooms, or the dormitory where she could form friendships with the
 other acolytes. She had her own chamber and a private bathing room. During her lessons, she’d been the only student. Even her meals had been taken with the priestesses, not the other acolytes.
     Why had she been kept isolated from the other acolytes? What make her so different? Like Ria, most of the 
others had been brought to Rosti by the slavers. At twenty, she was a year or two younger than most of the young women who had entered the temple with her.
     She’d learned to call fire from every color of the crystals and learned how to blend the flames to form sheets of
 fire. She could impose maps and pictures on the sheets and knew the ways of sending spears of flame to various places. From the tiny flames of the white, to yellow, orange, and scarlet fyrestones, her progress had been steady.
     A peal of laughter made her stiffen. She ducked into a shadowed alcove. After the evening meal, acolytes were
 to be in their rooms, not wandering in the halls. A pair of senior priestesses, their orange robes gleaming in the light from the hall torches, appeared. The women hurried past Ria’s hiding place and entered the harras.
Ria trailed behind them. The noises from the studs’ quarters stirred her curiosity. The men seldom left the harras, except for exercise in the garden, or when they were summoned to the room of one of the priestesses. Until Ria passed her final test, she wasn’t allowed into the rooms where the men were kept. Several times, she had spied on the studs, but only during the day, and never in the evening when the priestesses visited. She paused beside the beaded curtain and peered inside.
     Her eyes widened. Most of the men were nude or scantily clad. Priestesses reclined on low couches. Studs
 offered beverages and finger foods. Ria watched as one of the men fondled a priestess’ breasts. Another man swayed to the sound of a flute. He held his organ in his hand. Ria felt a stirring low in her belly. Her breath caught in her throat. 

7 comments:

Daryl Devoré said...

A new lesson is about to take place. ;-)

Holly Bargo said...

Sounds like the blind leading the blind. Lessons will be painful.

McKenna Dean said...

It will be interesting to see how Ria masters all the knowledge at her fingertips! :-)

Tena Stetler said...

Sounds like Ria has a lot of knowledge at her finger tips and a new lesson to begin. Could be rough. In enjoyed your post. Thanks for sharing!

Lyndi Lamont said...

My goodness, it sounds lile there are a lot of unholy things going on in the temple! It definitely needs new management.

Linda McLaughlin

Ed Hoornaert said...

Not much of a dress code in this temple.

Also, I figured out how to read all your text, even the last few words that get cut off. Copy all the text and paste it into Word. Voila!

Kayelle Allen said...

I did the same thing as Ed with copy/pasting. Not sure what the issue is on the post to cause it, but the text is not wrapping properly.
worth the work to read.