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June Signature Excerpt: Spirit of Fire by Stellar



Did you catch Monday's feature of Stellar's story, Spirit of Fire? If you love fantasy, Stellar never disappoints with his stories. If you are daunted by the large word count... well that's just more to love! Check out this excerpt below; it's just one example!



"Then what is it about? What do you want?"

"It's the Conclave." He sighed, his shoulders slumping, head dropping, not meeting my eyes. "Everything they want is driven by him." Theo's voice lowered, and it sounded so deep, so serious. Almost inhuman. "You have no idea what it's like to have that pressure in your mind. It never leaves, it never falls silent, and all it offers are dreams. Dreams of power, dreams of destruction, dreams of a world burning from his triumph. There is something so undeniable about it, so right, and it draws us on. It raises us up, makes us angry, gives us purpose. We desire it and we crave it, to serve and to do as he wills. All that matters for us is to be the perfect instruments of his revenge. For the longest time, this is all I've known, and I never thought I could care about anything less than that, just as all my kind cannot."

"Theo ..." I murmured, brow crinkling.

He looked up.

"Then I met you."


"You were meant to be no different from the others. Just another face in a crowd that we could use and cast aside when we had what we wanted, but ... I couldn't do it. The more I knew you, the closer I got ... you were no longer anonymous. You weren't some worthless nobody. You mattered, and made me feel in a way I was told I never could. I started to want something different from the temptation of wrath that we chase, day by day. Something that was selfish, and nothing to do with the world the Conclave wants to create. I wanted to pursue you for myself."

"You don't have to do what th-"

"Torsten. What I want is for you to live, and this is what makes me weak. If they were to know, if they were to find out how far that goes?" He shuddered, and put his hands over his face. "Anyone who turns on the Conclave is a danger, no matter if they are a good friend or family. I will be marked as a traitor, and they will hunt and kill me."

"It doesn't have to be like that." I leaned over the desk, and took his wrists, pulling his hands away, so he had to look at me.

"Yes, it does." His eyes were so sad, and his look was one of despair. "It's never been anything else."

I don't know why I did it, but on impulse, I leaned forward ...


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I need to go back and see if I did a recommendation for this story or not, it was excellent...

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