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    Friendship on Fire: Rebound of Power, #2
    Friendship on Fire: Rebound of Power, #2
    Friendship on Fire: Rebound of Power, #2
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    Friendship on Fire: Rebound of Power, #2

    By Lori Svensen

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    Meet Marc'la, a breeder of prized caballus in Kasago. Her heart has long lived in the past – before her uncle died. Her friends have long since given up on trying to match her up with anyone. The thick walls around her heart are firmly cemented by pain and grief. When Ek-ul, her uncle's student, suddenly returns to visit, he uncovers all the pain she had tried to bury in her work. Can Marc'la forgive him? Can anyone get through her walls?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherViking Ventures
    Release dateJun 19, 2018
    ISBN9781386202875
    Friendship on Fire: Rebound of Power, #2
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    Lori Svensen

    Student-of-the-world, jill-of-many-trades; mother and dreamer ready to share dreams with the reader.  Lori has never been able to follow everyone else, nor always follow directions or social expectations. Hence, her writing also tends to cross genres to create her own unique blend. A'mara Books are stories about personal relationships with strong flavors of fantasy, sci-fi, action and adventure, all wrapped into one plus a sense of social and moral responsibility that tends to be lost in today's world. 

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      Friendship on Fire - Lori Svensen

      Dedication

      To my children:

      Our combined imagination gave birth to Terrenden and our A’mara in the beginning. It is ultimately for you that I have worked to give A’mara breath.

      ♥

      To all who aspire to be A’mara:

      You make the world a better place through your love of peace, knowledge and understanding. May we use this to bring people together.

      ♥

      Last, but not least

      To my husband:

      My number 1 fan.

      Terrenden Atlas Pages

      Almara – (al-MAR-uh)

      Avicen – (A-vih-sen)

      Bartecia – (bar-TEH-see-uh)

      Iloren – (ih-LOR-en)

      Jracenii – (DRAY-see-nee)

      Kasago – (kuh-SAW-go)

      Other Places of Interest

      Irola – (eye-ROLL-uh)

      Tephsa – (TEFF-suh)

      Terrenden – (TAIR-en-den)

      Velantia – (vel-ANN-tee-uh)

      Countries of Kasago & Jracenii

      Abeloia – (A-beh-LOY-uh) – A as in apple

      Kasago – (kuh-SAW-go)

      Ke'oya - (kay-YOI-yuh)

      Town of Ke’oya

      This is a simple town plan of Ke’oya. Marc’la and Yo-te’s farms are off the map to the West (to the left) off the footpath at the North edge of town.

      Pronunciation Guide - People

      People

      Ek-ul Forester - (EHK-ool)

      Hira Raiden– (HYE-ruh)

      Jasper Jarly – (YAR-lee)

      Marc'la Kiuran – (MAR-kluh)

      Marosio Muran – (Mar-OH-see-oh)

      Mikor Hammit – (MEE-kor)

      Neví – (neh-VEE)

      Saraca Krijo – (Suh-RAH-kuh)

      Yo-te Belli - (YOH-tay)

      ♥

      The Calendar

      .

      Terrenden operates on a 9-day week.

      The days are named after gods except Terraday which represents the world or the void in popular mythology.

      Muranaday (mur-AHN-uh)

      Majanday (MA-JAHN)

      Rinday (RIHN)

      Terraday – midweek break – holy day for Faldur sects.

      Fenjaday (FEN-ya)

      Tharnday

      Wirnday

      Silnaday (SILL-nuh) – weekend – holy day for Silatians.

      Vasanaday (vuh-SAHN-uh) – weekend – holy day for followers of Vasana and other Faldur.

      The month is roughly 45 days always ending with the double full moon and beginning with a festival. Terrenden has 8 months in a year.

      Note: glossary and image credits at the end.

      ♥♥♥

      Prologue

      850 T.C.E.

      mid Spring, month of Komanari

      Kasago

      .

      Before we jump into Marc'la's story, a little information is useful. Don't worry, I'm not going to bore you with endless dates, facts and figures. Just a few details which will help you to understand the land of Kasago – where this story takes place.

      Kasago is in the south of the northern continent of Almara. It shares land borders with Bartecia and Iloren. It also borders the Gulf of Kyrila and the Jracenii Sound. There are a few mountains in the north, otherwise, the land is easy to travel and work regardless of your trade.

      Unsurprisingly, Kasago has long been considered a place of pleasant pastures. In fact, it has been suggested that the name Kasago came from an ancient Velantian word meaning just that. The truth is lost,  but maybe it does not matter. The fact remains that these pleasant pastures yield lots of nice things from all kinds of berries and fruits to roses and other delicate flowers and the related perfumeries found in most of Kasago's towns. It is a little-known fact, however, that many of the world's finest caballus are bred in Kasago.

      What is a caballus? 

      I'm glad you asked.

      The caballus is a six-legged creature, strange to those not native to Terrenden. Some believe the ancient legend that the caballus is the result of a chance mating between an ancient Velantian draft horse and the six-legged fire-chestnut-eating swamp dragon. Whether true or not, it gives a fairly accurate description of this strangely useful creature, the caballus. The main use of the caballus is as a draft animal, but the racing industry is a close second. Of course, there are always those whose main interest in caballus is simply to breed fine animals and improve their genetics as much as possible. This is where Marc'la enters the story and tells it in her own words.

      ♥♥♥

      1

      (Tharnday)

      .

      It was shortly after mid-spring's Quinya festival, and I was busily preparing for my monthly trip to Abeloia, the capital of Kasago. I was nearing the end of my animal healing course – something I considered essential for improving my business of raising some of the best caballus in Kasago. As caballus were my passion, it would be no surprise that even with all my preparations, I still made time for my favorite chore.

      I set up Mom's favorite holovids to watch in the living room where she sat in her special chair. Just going for a ride, I reassured her, checking her safety harness to make sure she was secure, then left the room. I have my PCS link, so call if you need me!

      Have fun, she called after me cheerfully.

      I will, especially as I won't have time to ride tomorrow, I replied as I left the house.

      My boots clumped quietly across the yard towards the barn. I paused at the old tree. There was a weathered bronze plaque nailed firmly to the tall fence next to it.

      In honor of many years' noble service, it read.

      Instantly, the tears flooded my eyes as they often did when I saw the memorial plaque. Don't worry, Uncle Marosio. I'm still plugging away, taking care of your sister for you. I just wish you could be here again. I wished my words on their way to his spirit, wherever it was now. I liked to think it was still here with Mom and me, but I would have given a lot for some tangible evidence.

      Out of habit, I took my cleaning cloth out of my back pocket and used it to polish a few dull spots on the plaque. Then, turning decidedly, I grabbed some hay from the stack, went into the caballus barn and gave half to my favorite.

      Soon, Marasa. Soon, I tried to reassure the bloated blue roan mare who was heavily in foal. She nickered her understanding as I continued to the youngster that I was training under saddle. Putting the hay down safely out of reach for the moment, I grabbed the filly's saddle from its stand outside the stall and put it on the fence. Then, I ducked under the rope to enter the stall with the large juvenile animal. I fitted her bridle on her while she was sitting.

      Geneva, I said to the dappled-orange filly with a firm pat. I wish my dad could see you now! So glad we managed to save you, you stupid thing! I couldn't help smiling at her though. She was a bit daft, but very lovable. I threw the saddle across her and she got to her feet in anticipation. She was young, but already her withers were higher than I was tall. She was a good racing prospect if I just put the work into her. Using a hand to measure the slack, I tightened each of the two girths - one before and one behind her middle set of legs.

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