Today, I want to share excerpts from the sequels to "Playing with Fire", plus artwork by the fabulously talented Shadrach Del'Monte that brings the books to life. These imaginary movie posters are part of his series 'The Films That Never Were'. You can check out his works here on Facebook.
For a moment the three of them remained in place, like actors frozen while carrying out some innocuous stage play.
Then everyone moved at the same time. Joshua pushed himself into a sitting position, pulling Felicia with him and frantically making sure she was alright. Kyle, on the other hand, dropped to his knees and inched closer to the sink hole that refused to close and blend into the black sand, still emitting an eerie fiery glow from deep down.
“God, Felicia, are you okay?” Joshua asked, his voice raspy and rough with a dozen emotions.
She blinked and greedily sucked in air before focusing on him. “I have no idea,” she answered, and the ironic truth of it made her grin and then giggle and finally laugh manically. Joshua stared at her, probably realizing that it was the shock setting in. Kyle, on the other hand, looked up from whatever he was inspecting to shoot her a glance and frown.
“You’ll be fine,” he said dismissively. “This is only a taste of the dangers that lie ahead.”
Joshua tensed, ready to shoot up and probably connect his fist to the other man’s face, but Felicia’s insistent grip on his arm held him back.
“He’s right,” she whispered, feeling guilty that she had caused such a spectacle.
This excerpt is from Book 3, titled "Living with Fire".
Joshua was gaping at her, his mouth opening and closing silently like a fish out of water. There was a sudden increase in icy coldness, and he froze into a statue, his face now expressionless and his eyes drawn and unfathomable as always when he was deeply distressed or too emotional for his own good.
“Can you hear yourself? You sound like some fatalistic, maniacal sect member or the leader of a dangerously foolish occult movement,” he said with that unnerving, neutral calm of his.
To cover up the disappointment and hurt and anger at his reaction, Felicia threw her head back and laughed coldly, mirthlessly. She tossed her hair over one shoulder, stood up straight and stared into his eyes.
“Thanks for the suggestion. I think I’d rather like that. An occult movement revolving around the power of fire. I’ll be the terrifying fire goddess ruling mercilessly, with everyone falling at their feet and offering me their heart on a platter. I’ll make the world burn until it puts the sun to shame. Want to stick around and watch, snowman?”
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she wanted to take them back. What had she just said? This wasn’t her, this wasn’t normal, this wasn’t right! This was her Joshua she was wounding and repelling…and yet, she would not take the words back. Didn’t she have every right to behave like this?
Beside her, Kyle was cackling and clapping his hands, and her fire dragon was turning cartwheels. There was so much heat around her, inside her. It needed out.