Synopsis
Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year old Elena Watkins was no different.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena’s in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a Prince wants Elena’s heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh. And the only way Elena’s going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales. Now it’s time for Elena to believe – in herself.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena’s in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a Prince wants Elena’s heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh. And the only way Elena’s going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales. Now it’s time for Elena to believe – in herself.
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My Review
I was highly surprised. It was funny, entertaining, and action packed. Firebolt is one of those books that will take your mind to another place. The characters are funny and well written. It is a serous page turner.
I really liked Elena from the beginning. She was so terrified of dragons, and I thought it was so funny. She was surrounded by them, and she didn't know it. I am so excited to read more about her, and this new world that Adrienne Woods has created!
I loved all of the cool riddles that were in this book. "I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will, and yet I am the confidence of all, to live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?" Want to know the answer?? Well you will have to read the book!
This book was so addicting! I had a book hang over for three days. All I could think about was dragons and dragonians! I wanted to throw my kindle across the room because book two is not out yet. Yes, I will admit I have re-read some of my favorite parts of the book, and I am on the verge of re-reading the entire book.This book was so bad ass!!
I really loved the plot and the characters of this book. All of the characters really grew on me as the book progressed. I felt as if I was in their world, and they were my friends! I am packing my bags, and moving to Paegeia!
Excerpt
A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.
The bedroom door hitting the wall expelled the thought from my mind. With his hand tangled up in his copper hair and with huge brown eyes, Dad's figure filled the entire doorway. “Pack your bags.” He had that set to his jaw, the one that meant there was no way out of this. He bolted out of the room just as suddenly as he had appeared.
My teeth ground hard against each other, and the sharp pain behind my eyes, I guessed from the lack of sleep, grew stronger. Every fibre of my being wanted to explode.
Ever since I could remember my name, Dad and I had been on the run. From what? Beats me.
For the last two weeks, I'd been pacing up and down through the house, struggling to fall asleep at night, waiting for this day.
For the love of blue berries, no sixteen-year old should live this way!
I climbed off my bed, and the first step I took left my toe tangled in the wide leg of my jeans. I tried to regain my balance as the closet inched closer, but with wildly flailing arms, I came crashing down. The thud reverberated across the wooden floor, and it sounded as if I'd broken something.
Dad darted back into my room. "Are you okay?" He lifted me back onto my feet as if I weighed nothing.
Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes, threatening to burst, as I stared up at him.
"Don't give me that look, Elena. Please, we need to hurry.” He pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and chucked it haphazardly onto my bed. “We need to go. Now.”
"Dad…"
He started to grab my clothes from the shelf and tossed them messily inside my small suitcase. Then he paused, sighed, and looked up with soft eyes. He stroked the side of my cheek with his hand gently. “This wasn't the right place, bear. Please, you’ve got to trust me.”
His hand reached back to pull everything off my shelf, while my hands curled up into balls of fury. My heart pounded fast as those two words bounced inside my skull. “Trust you, Dad?”
"Elena, we don't have much time,” he yelled. “Pack your bags! You can ask questions later." He left, and the hollow “doof” sound from his footsteps stomped loudly as he made his way into the hall.
Ask questions? Yeah right! I’ll only get answers that don’t reveal why we are on the run for the gazillionth time.' “Trust me” and “I'll tell you when the time is right” were the only two answers Dad gave. 'Guess time with him will never be right.’
It was no use arguing with him anyway. The last time, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out without any of my things.
So I grabbed the stuff I needed: my mp3 player, a photo of Mom that Dad didn't know I had, and my journal from underneath my bed. I tossed them into my backpack. It wasn't much, but it was the stuff that made my miserable life felt less pathetic. I zipped up my suitcase and took a deep breath. Looking around my bedroom for the last time, I said goodbye to my sixtieth-something room.
Dad almost ran me over in the hall with his army bag slung over his shoulder. He grumbled, which I assumed was an apology, took my suitcase, and ran down the stairs. He always rented these huge old houses, pre-furnished and near the countryside, and we always left after three months.
The pickup's horn honked as I shut the front door. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Just two more years, then I'll be eighteen and free from this freak show. Huge raindrops fell hard onto the ground. The smell of wet dirt filled the air. It was my favorite smell.
The water that pooled on the ground covered all the gaps in the driveway, forcing me to hopscotch around all of them. My shoe got caught in one of the gaps and I smacked down hard in a huge puddle. By the time I reached the truck, my jeans and shoes were soaking wet.
Warm heat from the vents inside the truck hit me full blast as I jumped in; a million goose pimples erupted across my skin. As soon as I shut the rusty door, Dad floored the gas pedal. Tires screeched and the truck spun away as if the Devil chased us. My lower lip quivered softly as he swerved onto the road. The streetlights flew by in a blur as I plugged in my earpieces. The same stupid song about a miracle boomed from my mp3, drowning the sound of the engine and the hard dribbles on the roof, a percussion that became the perpetual soundtrack to my misery.
A feeling of utter loneliness consumed my heart as I stared out the window. Homes with white picket fences and the convenient store whizzed by in a flash. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said goodbye, and my breath on the glass created a foggy condensation. Reaching out my index finger, I drew a small heart. These were the reasons why Mom had left. She couldn't handle his paranoia, but why she’d left her daughter to deal with it was a mystery. Dad constantly reminded me of the latter, and that was the only time he ever spoke of her. If he ever discovered I had that picture, he would kill me. That was how much he hated her for leaving us.
The lights of a vehicle in the upcoming lane shone directly into my face. I shut my eyes, waiting for it to disappear. As a little girl, I used to watch Dad as we drove away from yet another house. He would glare into his rearview mirror every five seconds, every muscle in his face clenched, and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I hadn’t been able to force myself to peek out the window then, as it used to scare the living crap out of me to consider the possible reasons he was fleeing from, or who might be following us. Now, I didn't look at him or care much for what he was going through. He created this problem. With me becoming the luggage. It was a ritual I endured every three months, and nothing over the past sixteen years had ever changed that.
The “Interstate 40” sign flew by in a whirl, and the pickup slowly moved onto the turnoff lane.
My eyes started to burn as I stared at the rain running down my window. Each rivet resembled another town, another place I would never again call home. Exhaustion consumed me and my eyelids felt heavy. I laid my head against the window and struggled to stay awake.
Suddenly, a dark and huge figure flew past me. Dad swerved to the left, which made me crushed into the side of the passenger’s door. My entire body pumped with adrenaline. I jumped straight in my seat and wrenched the seatbelt over my shoulder to buckle myself in. I tore out my earpieces as I tried to process what had just happened.
“What was that?” I looked at Dad.
He stared straight ahead with huge eyes. Beads of sweat rolled from his hairline down to the side of his temple. He looked terrified, something that conflicted with his personality. I'd never seen Dad look that scared in my entire life.
“Dad!”
“Did you see where it went?” he asked, attempting to inject calm into his voice, but I could hear the fear lacing each syllable.
“See where what went? Dad what was that!”
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
“For once in your life, just tell me!” I screamed. Sixteen years of frustration exploded from my lungs. I couldn't take the unknown anymore.
“Fine.” He mumbled something else that I didn't catch. "Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?"
“Stories? What stories?”
“The ones about Paegeia, Elena.” He looked in his rearview mirror again with huge, unblinking eyes.
Vaguely, but I didn't tell him that. "What does that have to do with this?"
“They're real.”
I froze and I stared at him.
“All of it, it’s real. The dragons, the magic, the wall, everything is real.”
Character Interview
Interview with Becky Johnson
Me: I look at my clip board to see who my next guest is and see the name Rebecca Johnson. My eyes scroll through it fast and it was a relief that washed over me when I saw she was a human.
The door open and a tall, slender, girl comes gliding in. She smiled and plunged herself down on the chair in front of me.
Me: Hi, you must be Rebecca Johnson.
BJ: Oh please, (She slapped the air) call me Becky, everyone else does.
Me: Nice to meet you Becky. Can you tell us a bit about yourself.
BJ: What is there to say. I'm seventeen, love clothes. My two best friends are a Fire-tail and Elena Watkins, (she gives a small giggle) I just ascended and was force to tame the most horrible dragon there was.
Me: You have ascended! What is your ability?
BJ: (She opened her hand and my eyes grew in horror. Inside her palm dance a orb of electricity) I can wield lightning.
Me: How does that work?
BJ: (She laughed) I know it seems hard, but it isn't. It is hard to explain though. (She looked to the roof) Uhm...it's like something you just know you can do. Ever since I've gain this, I always know that I have it, so whenever I need it, it just appear.
Me: So, it knows when you need it? (This is really confusing.)
BJ: Yes, sometimes I just have to think about it, and then it appears. It's really amazing.
Me: You don't get electrocuted?
BJ: (She laughed again.) I used to. In the beginning it was really hard to get used to it, but after a while you don't feel it on your skin anymore. I can't say the same for my opponent if they aren't immune to lightning.
Me: So you can die from it?
BJ: Oh yeah.
Me: (I moved my chair slightly backward. She started to laugh.)
BJ: Don't worry, my touch isn't lethal, only when I wield lightning and then touching someone does it become life threatening.
Me: How did you become a Lightning wielder?
BJ: It happened one night at the lake. I knew when the thunder started dancing in the sky that it was a bad sign, so when me and my friends climbed out, it zapped a nearby tree and hit me straight in the core. I should have died but I didn't.
Me: How did you feel afterward?
BJ: Like I've been struck by Thunder.
We both laugh.
BJ: I didn't like it much, the doctor at the academy said I can power up the entire school for a week. I on the other hand didn't love it one bit as it meant that my dragon is a Moon-Bolt dragon. They aren't the easiest dragons to tame, but lucky for me, we turn out to be part of a dent.
Me: I heard that term before, what is a dent exactly?
BJ: I can tell you what it's not. It's not fake and it's not forced. It's a bond so natural and strong that you can't imagine your life without your dragon. Mine, George, said it is exactly the same to him. I would die if anything would ever happen to him.
Me: I see that I have George soon. Will I be fine?
Becky laughed.
BJ: You'll be perfectly fine otherwise he'll have to deal with me. Before the claim he was dark and twisted, he even gave one of my best friends almost a heart attack on her first day of school, but that was then. Now, he's as tame as a little lamb. You'll like him.
Me: Okay, if you say so. This dragon thing still work on my nerves a bit.
BJ: Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Elena was just the same when she found out that dragons are real. I can't imagine my life without one.
Me: That is so sweet. I wish I had more time to chat, but I still have plenty of interviews to conduct. It was so nice meeting you, and I'm sure everyone is looking forward to the next part of your journey.
BJ: Thank you so much, it was so nice meeting you too. I can't wait to share the next part of our adventure too. Soon, I hope.
With that she got up, glided back to the exit and vanished.
About The Author
I was born and raised in South Africa, where I still live with my husband, and two beautiful little girls. I always knew that I was going to be a writer but it only started to happen about four years ago, now I can’t stop writing.
In my free time, If I get any because Moms don’t really have free time, I love to spend time with friends, if it’s a girls night out, or just a movie, I’m a very chilled person.
My writing career is starting with Firebolt, book one with the Dragonian Series, there will be four books in total and two to three books that is about the stories taking place inside The Dragonian Series.
I do write in different Genres, I have a woman’s fiction called the Pregnancy Diaries, but it would be published under another name. And then I have a paranormal series, called the Watercress series. There are about ten novels in that one.
So, plenty of novels to come out, so little time.
I hope you are going to embrace the Dragonian Series as much as I loved writing them.
Kind Wishes,
Adrienne Woods
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