Thursday, April 9, 2009

How do you extinguish a sentient forest fire? And should you?


Caul Shroud and Veil
By Kim McDougall

Book I of the FireRaisers Trilogy


ISBN-10: 1-55404-635-1
ISBN-13: 978-1-55404-635-5
Genre: Fantasy
Length: 369 pages
Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing

Canaan, a broken god, and Maia, a young FireRaiser, face the horrors behind a sentient forest fire razing the continent of Gnoss. Gnoss' divine king, Alred, is too wrapped up in his own fears to believe that his kingdom is truly threatened by a power greater than his own. These three characters collide in a battle of wills. Each is dependent on the other. Each believes he is alone to battle the demons that come from inside as well as those hiding in the darkest forests.

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Excerpt:

I have said it before, and I’ll repeat it again, for those who chose not to hear. Prophecies are meaningless. Though a prophet’s words may conceal a grain of truth, only the gods have true sight. Man’s limited faculties twist the prophecy, submitting it to emotion and bias until it could mean anything or nothing.

That said, there are some prophecies, those which come from Ohd’s own breath, that even the gods must heed.
Lectures from a God: Canaan FireRaiser


I fell in love with Maia the moment she turned her true eyes on me, eyes that knew me not as a beggar, but as a god. I had delighted in the spark of her laughter and the rumble of her loosened anger for many years already. Had I only kept track of her for Ohd’s purpose, or a bit of my own as well? Had it been necessary to invade her most private moments? To see her caress fire like a lover? To watch her lust after the mythical Demonbane?

When I say in that moment, I loved her—at least as much as a creature several eons old can love—it was with that kind of love which could turn traitor or champion.

I had easily spied her in the crowd. Her red hair blazed like lava around her shoulders, a flame among the ashes of a civilization. As I grabbed her, I realized I had been aching to do so. My hand covered her mouth and I imagined I could feel her lips through my steel bands. When she struggled, her hair beat against me like the wings of a thousand fireflies. By the time I had secured her hands, her struggles had left me weak with desire, and loathing. My old, broken body felt young again. Young and hot, and I despised her for it.

When she agreed not to scream—and how I ached to hear her scream—I let her go.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I was older than Gnoss?” I asked.

Maia nodded slowly. Her gaze was wide and fixed on my own. She was afraid, but drawn to me like a moth to a candle. She would not run away.

“There is a prophecy,” I continued urgently, as if we might be interrupted before I could finish. “Your mother knew of it. It is her family’s legacy.

“There will come a time of war when the Son of Gnoss will make the wrong choices, and send his people into a spiral of starvation and poverty. The wind in the trees sings that only the love of a woman can sway his choices and lead him down the right path.”

I took her fine pink hands in my own ragged one. She flinched slightly, expecting my fingers to burn her, but I willed my touch to be a caress instead. The only heat she felt was that of my false sincerity.

“That time is now, Maia, and you are that woman.”

Had I been mortal, I would have held my breath. Would she believe? Would she see through my half truths and doubts? Was she still young and mutable enough to trust in the power of prophecies?

She tried to back away from me, but I held on tighter.

“You see fire, don’t you?” I asked. “You see flames around people’s heads. Those are veil flames, the breath of Ohd in each of us. You see them because you are a FireRaiser.”

Maia shook her head.

“No, no, no!” She denied her sight or the existence of the flames or even this whole conversation.

“Listen to that,” I said. We could hear the mob busy with their lynching in the distance. “Someone must stop that madness. All over the world people like yourself, who don’t believe in the mechanism of modern thought, are organizing to rise against the reigning governments. You can be part of that. You are part of that.”

“Against the government. You mean my father?” she asked.

“I mean all governors, even the Glory…”

“The Glory!”

Now she really did back away from me, pulling her hands out of my grasp. I spoke faster, hoping to sway her before learned convictions shut her mind from the truth.

“The Glory is just a man. Only Ohd holds the key to our future. Only Ohd can grant forgiveness.”

Her eyes blazed at me in anger.

“You speak in lies,” she said, “but it doesn’t matter. I have no part in it.”

“But you do, Maia.” I played my trump card. “Your mother would have wanted it so.”

“I don’t believe you!” She pushed past me. “My mother was not demonborn! You are the demon!”

“Maia, please listen.” I grabbed at her again, but our previous struggle had left me weak and she ran down the street away from my grasp and my influence, already forgetting my existence.

I watched her wind through the crowd, her red head bobbing like a candle flame in a drafty room. I would go to her again and again, each time breaking down her defenses until finally she accepted and remembered me. Only then could she come into the Circle of Five.


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5 comments:

Jannine said...

Hi Kim:
Wow, your book trailer is quite mysterious. And your book looks fabulous! I hope you sell tons.
Jannine

Lisa Logan said...

Oooh, a sentient fire! That is SO cool, uh, HOT, uh, you know what I mean! Awesome title, Kim. Good luck with it!

--Lisa
http://authorlisalogan.blogspot.com

Kim McDougall said...

Thanks Jannine. I love all my trailers, but that was one of my favs.

Lisa, I like the title too. It took many years before it hit me.

Thanks for visiting!

LuAnn said...

Living in a shrub steppe setting, we have fires that will burn for years and never go anywhere. It often takes a particularly cold and wet winter to extinguish them. I can picture a story like this in those!

Kim McDougall said...

The virtual die rolled a one. Jannine wins the ebook copy of Caul Shroud and Veil. Congrats Jannine! Please email me at klchatel@verizon.net

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