The Caves of Fire
According to legend,
if the sky is blue and clear
but you see a line of white clouds along the horizon,
those aren’t really clouds.
They are the snow-capped mountains
of the Land of Thirsk.
According to legend,
if Javerra’s skin were cut,
he would not bleed fire like a normal Rix.
He would bleed scorpions and snakes.
It was an easy legend to believe. But the legend isn’t what kept Fee’s face glued to the floor. It was Javerra’s eyes—round, unblinking yellow eyes that gleamed from cavernous sockets. His gaze drew you in, sucked you dry, and tossed you back to the floor like a dirty rag.
Fee is a spy. Daniel is a nerd. Evie is bossy. Javerra despises Daniel but cannot destroy him unless he comes to Thirsk of his own free will. To what lengths will Javerra go to trick Daniel into coming? Can Fee, Daniel, and Evie become true friends and work together to defeat him?
Softcover Trim Size: 5 x 7
Page Count: 264
About the Author:
Kathy was born in the United States, which—as her Canadian husband loves to point out—is not her fault. She spent several years in France as a teen and young adult. While there, she learned French double-quick (no one her age spoke English) and met a handsome Canadian. Despite their best efforts, they fell in love, so they opened an atlas and asked, “Where do we want to live?” The beautiful Quebec City won. Two decades and three children later, they moved to Montreal, where they still live.
Kathy loved reading, but never thought of writing until an English professor said, “I think you could be a good writer if you were willing to work at it.” She wasn’t, but many years later she changed her mind. She’s written drama, humor, reflections, and newsletters. Her work has appeared in The Globe and Mail and Christianity Today. This is her first novel.
One day, one of Kathy’s children suggested a genie might pop out of the bathroom sink. The Caves of Fire grew from that thought. What finally popped out, though, wasn’t a genie… and it definitely wasn’t from the sink. They all agree this is much more fun—and gross. She hopes you like it.