Her element is fire, her mind is missing memories and a dream master is her keeper. Hahvi’s dance will reshape a world.
Hahvi has spent eight years in the dome with other physical talents. Her body is wrapped in a restrictor suit, but she keeps her mind free to dream of possibilities. She is given to the Citadel, and when she meets the dream master, her world and her options shift dramatically.
Rackon dreamed of a woman wreathed in flame, dancing across molten stone. This was the woman his people needed to help them save their city and the last of their civilization. Research pointed to Resicor, and after severe negotiations, she is handed over to them so that they can take on the trouble of her maintenance.
Released from the restriction, she is free to use her talent for the first time in her life, unfortunately, she has to pick her outlet carefully or she could kill them all.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Fire Dance
Copyright © 2012 Viola Grace
ISBN: 978-1-77111-269-7
Cover art by Martine Jardin
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.
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Fire Dance
Tales of the Citadel 9
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
The domed city of Dathim was silent, and Hahvi walked out of her home and into the streets on bare feet. It was her eight-year anniversary in the city, and she was going to the wall to stare in the direction of her home.
Coredel was a small town on the coast. Her family had lived there for generations. At that moment, her niece was turning nine and her sister was lighting candles on the breakfast cake.
Three cakes were traditional in her family. Breakfast cake was just for the birthday girl, the teacake would be served in the afternoon to family and the party cake was for friends. Amlie was going to be nine, and her aunt Hahvi wasn’t even there to wish her happy birthday.
Hahvi pressed one hand against the energy field that kept the physical talents in Dathim. It crackled against her palm and reminded her that no matter how much she missed her family, she was in prison by the laws of her own species.
A throat cleared behind her. Hahvi turned to look at their liaison and talent descriptor Wahli.
“What is it, Wahli?”
“The newest addition is missing. I think she may be trying to escape the dome.”
Hahvi sighed, knelt and pressed a hand to the ground under her feet. The suit restricted most of her talent, but she could still feel vibrations in the earth. Sure enough, there was a rhythmic pounding to the north.
Hahvi got to her feet and followed the disturbance that only she could feel. Wahli followed closely.
It was one of Hahvi’s duties as a council member to make sure that all newcomers settled in. If Ankahra was not settling, Hahvi needed to know why.
The woman was pounding against the dome and the ground leading under it. When Ankahra lifted her fist and was about to bring it down again, Hahvi said, “Stop it.”
The woman lifted a tear-stained face and took on a pugnacious look. “I want out of
Hahvi has spent eight years in the dome with other physical talents. Her body is wrapped in a restrictor suit, but she keeps her mind free to dream of possibilities. She is given to the Citadel, and when she meets the dream master, her world and her options shift dramatically.
Rackon dreamed of a woman wreathed in flame, dancing across molten stone. This was the woman his people needed to help them save their city and the last of their civilization. Research pointed to Resicor, and after severe negotiations, she is handed over to them so that they can take on the trouble of her maintenance.
Released from the restriction, she is free to use her talent for the first time in her life, unfortunately, she has to pick her outlet carefully or she could kill them all.
The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Fire Dance
Copyright © 2012 Viola Grace
ISBN: 978-1-77111-269-7
Cover art by Martine Jardin
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.
Published by Devine Destinies
An imprint of eXtasy Books
Look for us online at:
www.devinedestinies.com
Fire Dance
Tales of the Citadel 9
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
The domed city of Dathim was silent, and Hahvi walked out of her home and into the streets on bare feet. It was her eight-year anniversary in the city, and she was going to the wall to stare in the direction of her home.
Coredel was a small town on the coast. Her family had lived there for generations. At that moment, her niece was turning nine and her sister was lighting candles on the breakfast cake.
Three cakes were traditional in her family. Breakfast cake was just for the birthday girl, the teacake would be served in the afternoon to family and the party cake was for friends. Amlie was going to be nine, and her aunt Hahvi wasn’t even there to wish her happy birthday.
Hahvi pressed one hand against the energy field that kept the physical talents in Dathim. It crackled against her palm and reminded her that no matter how much she missed her family, she was in prison by the laws of her own species.
A throat cleared behind her. Hahvi turned to look at their liaison and talent descriptor Wahli.
“What is it, Wahli?”
“The newest addition is missing. I think she may be trying to escape the dome.”
Hahvi sighed, knelt and pressed a hand to the ground under her feet. The suit restricted most of her talent, but she could still feel vibrations in the earth. Sure enough, there was a rhythmic pounding to the north.
Hahvi got to her feet and followed the disturbance that only she could feel. Wahli followed closely.
It was one of Hahvi’s duties as a council member to make sure that all newcomers settled in. If Ankahra was not settling, Hahvi needed to know why.
The woman was pounding against the dome and the ground leading under it. When Ankahra lifted her fist and was about to bring it down again, Hahvi said, “Stop it.”
The woman lifted a tear-stained face and took on a pugnacious look. “I want out of
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