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I love her so much, I’d risk anything.

She and I don’t have names. We’re just slaves, after all. But our hearts don’t care, and we’re lucky, we have a chance at a scrap of happiness in our terrible lives. My father is the Queen’s pet.

But when my love discovers the lords’ newest atrocity, she lashes out, does the unthinkable, and attacks one of them. Her courage is heroic, but now they have stuffed her in prison, getting ready to slaughter her.

With nothing to lose, I dare to dream of a life far from the lords. I fight for our freedom, and escape to the woods with my love. We can do no less than free all of our people in the effort.

Our flight through the woods is only the start of our journey. The lords’ flaming attacks, their deception, the loss of so many of my people—I don’t know if I will survive, or if I even want to.

But for my love, I will do almost anything, even battle the fire above.

 

“A well written tale but some scenes to drawn out. Its worth a read though. I did get pulled into the story and read it in one setting. I did not want to put it down, It was like watching a movie you can not pause so your afraid to walk off.”

Katie

Amazon review

“Very well written fast paced fantasy that keeps the reader involved with the story. The plot is good and the characters are well created… The ending was very well done. A really good read that keeps the reader involved and provides for a quick enjoyable read. I highly recommend this book to all fantasy lovers teenage and up.”

James

Amazon review

‘”Fire Above, by CH MacLean, was quite the interesting fantasy read… Well done!”

Aislynn

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About the Author

To young C. H. MacLean, books were everything: mind-food, friends, and fun. They gave the shy middle child’s life color and energy. Amazingly, not everyone saw them that way. Seeing a laundry hamper full of books approach her, the librarian scolded C. H. for trying to check them all out. “You’ll never read that many before they expire!” C. H. was surprised, having shown great restraint only by keeping a list of books to check out next time. Thoroughly abashed, C. H. waited three whole days after finishing that lot before going back for more.

With an internal world more vivid than the real one, C. H. was chastised for reading in the library instead of going to class. “Neurotic, needs medical help,” the teacher diagnosed. C. H.’s father, a psychologist, just laughed when he heard. “She’s just upset because those books are more challenging than her class.” C. H. realized making up stories was just as fun as reading, and harder to get caught doing. So for a while, C. H. crafted stories and characters out of wisps and trinkets, with every toy growing an elaborate personality.

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