Title Page Prologue PART ONE PART TWO Chapter Four: The Seal of Solomon Chapter Five: The War of the Flames Epilogue
(Fire Spirits #1) By Samantha Young SMASHWORDS EDITION ***** PUBLISHED BY Samantha Young Smokeless Fire (Fire Spirits #1) Copyright © 2011 Samantha Young
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For K McJ and all you do. Love you lots.***** The swarm of Jinn is passing, And it whirls, hissing. Old conifers, stirred by their flight, Crackle like burning pine. Their herd, heavy and swift, Flying in the vacant space, Seems a livid cloud With lightning flashing at its edge.
-Victor Hugo, ‘Les Djinns’ *****
The Stars Are Not Wanted but the Sky Will Submit
Her eyes attempted to overcome him. Everywhere he glancedthose eyes of a thousand nights, eyes that had made love to every spectrum of color this realm and the others had to offer, were refracted on the cold glass and black marble of his home. He imagined those eyes had prevailed over many a worthy foe. Tonight he would pretend they had prevailed over him. What happened after that was of no interest to him. It would be of no interest to him unless He willedit so.
1 - Ghost in the Soul
Ari’s eyes followed the swipe of Mr. Dillon’s eraser across the board, wiping out the poor chalk-figure hangman who had met his full and complete death - a head, torso, limbs and all - when the senior class had failed to figure out the blanks equated to accumulated depreciation. The last week of school. Business class. Ari hid a yawn behind her hand andglanced worriedly out of the classroom window to the trees behind the parking lot. She wondered if he was out there already. “God, I thought this class couldn’t get any more boring,” Nick Melua whispered across to her. Ari made a sympathetic noise and nodded in agreement. Waiting for graduation was a slow torture in hell. That the waiting room at present happened to be Mr. Dillon’s BusinessStudies class only increased the banality. Ari winced. She better get used to it. She would be heading off to major in Business at Penn after summer break. Pushing the future and the host of angry butterflies the thought of it created in her belly out of her mind, Ari concentrated on worrying about Charlie. Was he out behind the parking lot? Again? “Miss Johnson?” She groaned into her wrist and flickedher eyes up at the board. “W,” she guessed without thinking and immediately felt the heat of the glares from her classmates. “Nope.” Mr. Dillon shook his head. “Nick?” “E,” he threw across the room belligerently and was rewarded with grateful smiles as the word became clearer. “Entrepreneur!” Staci Pike shouted out with such enthusiasm you could be fooled into thinking she cared. Ari smirked overat her and rolled her eyes at Staci’s sheepish shrug. Staci hated making anyone feel bad and the perspiration rolling down Mr. Dillon’s face that told them he knew he was failing miserably at keeping them entertained, and was beginning to feel the pressure, was not something Staci could just sit back and watch. Mr. Dillon smiled gratefully. “Correct. Do you want to come up, Staci, and choose a...