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Baptism By Fire [The RuneQuest Interlude 1] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Keira Ramsay
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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Aidan Hughes isn't your average firefighter. He's Fae, member of the mystical tribe traditionally assigned wings and fairy dust. Sent into the Outer World by a messenger of fate, ten years later he utilizes his unique clan 'signature', that of fire, to hunt down the wiliest of arsonists. As a professor of Mythology at San Diego State University, Leanan Murphy knows all about the Fae. Named for the Fairy Mistress of Ireland, she's grown up on their stories. When she and Aidan are brought together by a suspicious blaze, the daughter of the sea and the spirit of fire create unlikely sparks of their own. But there's more than meets the eye when it comes to this particular arsonist, and the agenda he and others like him are determined to see through.
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [665 KB], eReader (PDB) [120 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [102 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [92 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [132 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [157 KB], hiebook (KML) [266 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [186 KB], iSilo (PDB) [84 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [105 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [155 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [136 KB]
Words: 30944
Reading time: 88-123 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: ISBN 1-59578-162-5
 
PrologueI am Rhiannon, Moira of the Clan, keeper of the fates, champion of the Fae. Sanctioner of those who would deviate from the prescribed path. The title of Moira has long been ascribed to the Greeks, but that is incorrect; it has been ours for time unending. What no one understands, except those who assume the mantle of Moira, is the awesome responsibility we are assigned at birth. Divining the fate of my brethren, be they of wind or earth, fire or sea was never so tiring as these last few months. Chants have floated on the wind, calling to the very runes I use to determine the balance of our lives. Calling to the four stones lost in the mists of time, and therefore leave our lives and destinies incomplete, even after two hundred years of searching. The future of the Fae now hangs in the balance between love and hate, life and death. Choices made by the unknowing could tip both the destiny of the Fae and humankind either way. Only the free-willed return of the runes will ensure their true, unfettered power. What troubles me most, though, is the thought I may soon have to attempt to wield the sword of Sanction, and destroy my brothers and sisters in the process. As a spirit of air, it goes against my very nature. As Moira, it is my life's calling. After all, without fate, what is there? This is not my story, but in truth, how the recovery of those precious four runes and the final call to power of the modern-day Fae began. * * * * Chapter OneCharged fire hoses snaked across the pockmarked parking lot of what had once been a warehouse. Now its smoldering husk was backlit by the bloody glow of emergency lights against the inky San Diego night. Aidan Hughes squinted smoke-teared eyes. Three engine companies ... too little, too late. He strode through the swirling mass of turnout-clad firefighters, splashing through mini-lakes and the delicate spray arcing from the hydrants nearest the building. The crowd of exhausted smoke-eaters parted before him like the Red Sea. Something about the blue windbreaker he wore, MAST emblazoned across the breast and back of the jacket, always moved the troops. Raising his face to the sky, he drew the moistened, charcoal-scented air in deep, tasting it on the back of his tongue. There it was--the same sulfurous perfume he'd detected at the last two fires. It was nothing his fellow firefighters would ever distinguish, nor even the most seasoned of arson investigators. This was something meant for his senses alone. Another of his clan had been here, and the thought shook him no less now than it had the first time. He dropped his head, eyes boring into the darkness, willing his adversary to make himself known, to end this game before more human lives were lost. The fire chief bulled his way up to him. "Whaddya think, Hughes?" Aidan pulled his eyes from the wrecked building and the uncompromising night behind it. "Same as the last two. We'll find the same mystery accelerant, middle of the building." "You're fucking amazing, Hughes. How do you know this shit?" How indeed? He wondered what the captain would say if he told him he had almost a hundred years of experience as Fae, and his clan's signature was fire. The Salamanders were suited to only two things ... starting fires, and fighting them. Ignoring the chief's question, he asked a more important one. "Anybody inside this time?" "Not so we can tell. This building's actually used by the university, not abandoned like the last one. Guard was taking a leak over by the trees when the whole thing went up. Said it looked like a fucking bomb went off." Aidan's lips twisted in a mocking grin. If only the chief knew. "You guys about done?" "Yeah, there's a few hot spots, but you should be fine, especially wearing those shit-kickers." The chief nodded his head at Aidan's steel-toed boots. They didn't exactly mesh with the tuxedo slacks, shirt and bowtie he wore beneath the blazer. His dress shoes were back in his car, along with the rest of his gear. "Love the get-up. Where were you this time?" "Mayor's Ball." Aidan cracked a smile. "You should have seen Gomez' face when my beeper went off." The chief shared his amusement. "Bet that put a wrinkle in his Jockeys." "To say the least. I'll go ahead and suit up while you finish mop-up." Aidan turned, walking back through the parking lot to his SUV. Stripping off the blazer, he pulled his turnouts from the cargo area of the truck, stepping into the fire-retardant pants and jacket. The chief's night was probably over, barring any other torches. His had just begun.
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