Normal people sneak out to a party and have fun. Maya Rao ends the evening by incinerating the guy who attacks her.
Nik Lucas, sexy, new in town and totally forbidden, happens to walk in on her. Normal guys would run for the hills. Nik knows a whole lot more than he's telling.
Maya doesn't believe the gods are real, doesn't waste her time with mere mythology. But when gods, demons and hellhound's become the new normal and wielding fire becomes her new skill, she must decide what it is she really believes.
Can Maya accept that normal is something she will never be because it isn't normal to be
...the Hand of Kali.
Fire by T.G. Ayer
My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars
Source: Received to review for this blog tour
Genre: YA Mythology
My thoughts: I am a fan of T.G's writing. She knows how to tell a story. She captivates me in each of her books and sucks me into the story.
She has done it again in Fire. I really enjoy books that are mythical. This book takes in the Mythology of India. I am unfamiliar with the Gods of India and I am happy to learn more. It's fascinating to me that many cultures have their own God/Goddess mythology, and how many of them are similar in some aspects.
Mia is a teen who is struggling with the beliefs of her Indian family. She wants to break from her heritage and forge her own path in life. Her family has taught her in many of the traditional Indian ways. The big difference though, is that they taught her to fight. She is a very independent and confidant young woman.
She lies to her parents one evening and attends a party. She knows that they will not be pleased and tells them she is staying at her friends. While there she goes against her better judgement and is drugged in a drink. She then is given to a young man who intends to do her harm. In her less than fully cognizant state she incinerates him.
This act of self-defense brings her into the world of Indian Mythology. It also brings others into her life. For example, Nic, the boy she has had a crush on. He is more than he seems and adds another layer to the mythology.
As I stated above, I love the books that T.G writes. I will be seeking out more of her books in the future.
This book has some swearing and violence.
Read an Excerpt:
Maya stepped into the foyer, swallowing a bubble of nervous excitement. Nik leaned against a wall near the stairs, dark hair curling onto his shoulder. His nonchalant slouch didn’t fool her. His black eyes stared right through her as if he knew something she didn’t. Her Nik-based musings were short-lived as Amber tightened her grip, steering her to the left. Maya avoided Nik’s gaze and turned, submitting to Amber’s direction. And found herself staring right into the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen. Electric blue and purely predatory.
“Come. Let’s go outside,” Byron spoke in her ear. His voice loud and cutting. His breath moved across her cheek, hot and fetid. Worse than alcohol. Like something had crawled in there and died a long time ago. Maya shuddered and winced as his lips touched her temple.
The cold softness freaked her out.
Maya’s heart pounded harder. She knew Byron had felt her pulse race when he threw her a knowing smile that curled at the corner of his lip and said volumes as his thumb dug into her waist, then drew small circles on her skin.
About T.G. :I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other's loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
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