**** Review & Release of The Roar of Smoke by Candace Carrabus ****

Title: The Roar of Smoke

Author: Candace Carrabus

Genre: Fantasy

Release Date: May 18, 2015

 

I was asked to read this book. and I am so glad I did. When I read the 

synopsis, I was hooked I just knew I was going to love this book. I love 

Tressida our Heroin she may b young but when it is her friends life or the 

life of the despicable man holding her friend at knife point, there is only 

one option. Kill the vile man and run. As she learns things her 

grandmother never told her, she learns that she should never been aloud 

to live. She has to hide there are those who wants her dead and then there are other who just want to use her. As she is more powerful than most crones or sages. She feels responsable for so many deaths, but she has to relize it was not her.

I can't say much as not to ruin the story, but I have to say for 

all that is trough at Tressida. She is one strong young lady, and that 

strength will be he saving grace.  

I hope you enjoy this book as Much as I did.

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Tressida is a smoke-spinner, a meldborn. It's a lethal legacy, 

a forbidden force. Daughter of Crone and Sage, she should 

have been killed at birth.

Now she's seventeen, wanting only to be a member of her 

land's vanished Horseguard and discovering she is more 

than she ever knew, as first her eyes and then her hair turn to 

smoke. Just as she learns she can fulfill her dream of 

working with horses, her talent awakens an ancient and 

deadly feud.

On one side—those claiming the honor of destroying 

a meldborn. On the other—those intending to use her for 

their own ends. Tressida must master her power in order to 

save herself and those she loves. Is she strong enough?

 Or will the roar of smoke consume her?

 

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Rage and fear seethed in the room. Their leader—a lord by

 his lavish dress and haughty stance—rested one hand on his sword hilt.

That is when she noticed Gran. At least, she thought it was 

Gran. The woman stood directly in front of the queen. She 

wore the same stained white tunic she always wore. There, 

the similarity ended. Her hair hung loose to her thighs, she 

appeared taller, and the look on her face could only be called fierce.

A Derrian feinted toward her, his sword level with her chest. 

Tressida barely bit back her scream. She scooted up the last 

steps and flattened herself against the wall outside the 

doorway.

Gran flicked her hand and the Derrian flew back like a dry 

leaf before a cold season wind.

“You are not welcome here,” she said. “Take your shiny 

playthings and return to whatever bleak hole vomited you out.”

The woman was her Gran, but the voice issuing from her 

mouth, not to mention the words themselves sounded like the 

south wind when it whistled from the sea to slash the city, 

biting, sharp, and cold.

Queen Naele stepped back, her hand to her throat, as if she 

did not believe it, either. The Derrian lord laughed.

“Do not threaten me, hag. Stand aside or see your blood 

stain the floor this day. We have no quarrel with you or your

 kind. We simply need the queen to accompany us.”

Her kind? Gran had said something like that, too.

He stepped forward, made a sharp movement with his hand, 

and his men surged toward the dais.

Gran disappeared.

Or not.

A black whirlwind spun where Gran had stood. Tressida felt

 the force of it on her face. Roaring filled the room as 

Derrians hacked at the billowing mass. Men and swords and

 arrows wheeled through the air. One blade whooshed past 

Tressida’s ear to be embedded in the backrest of a hallway chair.

Unable to grasp what she was seeing, 

Tressida screamed, “Gran!”

The vortex bounded to the ceiling and paused. Something 

took form at its center. Tressida backed in horror as the 

cloud 

swooped closer and Gran’s beloved face emerged. All that 

was clear were her eyes. The storm raging there turned 

Tressida's bones to ice.

Gran’s voice shrieked out of the smoky cloud.

“Run!”

~*~*~ Candace Carrabus ~*~*~

Multi-published author Candace Carrabus writes fantasy, 

mystery, young adult fantasy, and metaphysical fiction. Some 

of her stories are for adults and star women of a certain age 

because, well, women of a certain age like to have 

adventures, too, right?

Candace lives on a farm in Missouri with her husband, 

daughter, a pack of dogs, clowder of cats, and herd of goats.

 Her horse couldn’t take it and got his own place. Although 

riding is high on the list, her greatest pleasure is sitting on the 

back deck, sipping tea, reading a good book, and watching 

the birds.

Not surprisingly, her stories are often infused with the 

mystery and spirituality horses have brought to her life. Dogs 

and cats are usually around, too. A portion of Candace’s 

profits are donated to animal shelters.

 

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