Today I'm very excited to be a part of the Frostblood blog tour. It's a book I've heard so much about and can't wait to get around to reading. So without further ado, let's get into the midst of the war between frost and fire...
Seventeen-year-old Ruby is a fireblood who must hide her powers of heat and flame from the cruel frostblood ruling class that wants to destroy all that are left of her kind. So when her mother is killed for protecting her and rebel frostbloods demand her help to kill their rampaging king, she agrees. But Ruby's powers are unpredictable, and she's not sure she's willing to let the rebels and an infuriating (yet irresistible) young man called Arcus use her as their weapon.
All she wants is revenge, but before they can take action, Ruby is captured and forced to take part in the king's tournaments that pit fireblood prisoners against frostblood champions. Now she has only one chance to destroy the maniacal ruler who has taken everything from her and from the icy young man she has come to love.
Frostblood by Elly Blake
Published 12th January 2017 by Hodder & Stoughton
This book sounds like the perfect way to begin a new saga and I've heard so much hype about this book that I'd literally fight for a copy - not that I'd need to, now that I can go buy a copy.
In a story about harnessing a power that is being stamped out by the Frostbloods, Ruby must find a way to conceal heat and flame. To me this sounds like a combination of Frozen & the Hunger Games for those who enjoy a more twisted version of fairytales, minus the witty and ironic snowman who I've grown to love and the songs that unwillingly get stuck in your head. Yet it seems to be so much more than that too. Frostblood seems to cover the hysteria and heartbreak that war causes, a ticking time bomb of prejudice just waiting to go off. With the essence of the Hunger Games & two sides fighting for victory, will it be Frostbloods or Firebloods who remain standing?
The captain stood over me, blotting out the sun.
“I wanted the satisfaction of killing you myself,” he said, raising his sword.
Time slowed. Darkness swirled in my chest, and the world changed, becoming a painting in black and white.
I saw my mother, the captain’s sword above her head, the look on his face as he brought the weapon down. My own screams in my ears as she crumpled to the snowy ground. That look was on his face now. That killing look. I was going to die. I would become a tale to jest about over a tankard of ale, surrounded by warmth and family, which I would never have because he’d taken mine away.
Once again, all doubt, all sense of right and wrong, faded. There was only the target, his darkly beating heart, and my fire. There was no fear, no anger, no shame, no regret. Just power, surging through me, filling me. It felt as if my breath sucked the very air from the heavens, and my rage burned the sun to ash. I was everything and nothing, and no one could stop me. I was darkness wreathed in flesh.
I raised my hand. Fire licked out with barely a second’s thought.
The captain shuddered and jolted, each spastic movement lasting eons. Finally, his sword fell to the ground, the dust flying up around it in white grains that caught the sun.
As he fell slowly to the earth, I was filled with ecstasy. There had never been such bliss.
I stood and looked at the crowd, the people’s forms and faces moving slowly, black and white and gray, chanting something. Each one of their hearts was a black stain in their chests.
I turned and found the king on his balcony. He was gray, his heart black. But as I watched, he darkened, his shoulders growing pointed, his head growing horns. A shadow beast stood in his place, and it called to me. I wanted to be part of it. It was me and I was it. I took a step closer.
Something was thrown from the stands and hit the back of my head, splattering seeds. I fell to my knees, and the world snapped into focus. The color came back in a painful rush. My body ached and stung. I cried out at the terrible loss. The power was gone.
I keened my agony, the separation unbearable.
The announcer’s voice came from the edge of the arena. “The Fireblood wins again. Three cheers for the Fireling!”
I am so very lucky to have been able to share this excerpt with you lovely lot. I hope it's got you as excited as me to run to the nearest bookshop to grab a copy. With such rave reviews and a storyline that has me curious to learn more about Ruby and the war between Frostbloods and Firebloods, is it any wonder that I'm dying to get reading?