Fire eats like an insatiable tongue, rampaging to taste, burn and devour. When it's done, after it has taken everything from you, it stares you down — red in the eyes, flames dancing as if to celebrate at the sight of your tears.  Fire took everything away from Mishal. Fire is what she'll use to take it all back.  alternatively; Ever since her parents' deaths, Mishal has only known the company of solitude and has learned to live just fine with it. With the discovery of her long-since concealed ability, Mishal relearns not to flinch at the warmth of a touch. Warmth has never felt comfortable since the fire. Until it does — gradually, patiently.  Author: This is the first fantasy book I've ever written and I have grown to love the genre ever since I began writing this. I may not be the best author you will read from and so, I ask that you remain kind and helpful with your words if there are ever any you want to spare (they are very much welcome!). I hope we can enjoy this experience to the end.