Prairie Fire Book Novels & Stories

She had been writing about what came after. That was the second book. Not the year — the year was the first book, complete and in the world and doing what it had been written to do. The second book was what came after the year. What it meant to live in the after. How the woman who had found herself in the fire continued to find herself, every day, in the ordinary life that the fire had produced. How the settling was not an arrival but a practice. How the choosing was daily and not dramatic. How the marriage that had been rebuilt was not finished being rebuilt — would perhaps never be finished, which was not a failure but a feature.

She took the 1956 Ledger and wrote on the first page of the new volume: LESSON ONE: THE FIRE IS NOT THE ENEMY. THE FIRE IS THE POINT. The Year Two began with a "Forbidden" engineer and an "Ice" Tycoon’s granddaughter sitting on a beach in Ghana, watching the stars dance. They weren't dancing in a perfect circle anymore. They were dancing in a chaotic, beautiful, and entirely "Permitted" rhythm.

Maya woke Saturday morning to gray light and the sound of rain. She lay still, listening. The drops were steady. Today was the last day. Tomorrow, she would leave. Her phone buzzed. David: Same spot. Noon. Bring the book. She sat up. The floor was cold. She pulled on socks. The book was on her nightstand. David's copy. The margins filled with his handwriting. She'd read it again last night. His notes. His thoughts. The things he'd underlined.

Soon, I got my answer. In order to get proof about him and Joy as soon as possible, I asked Philip to buy dozens of discreet pinhole cameras so that I could put them in various corners of the house. After days of pretending to be a good husband, Jeremy finally revealed his true colors one night. In the footage, I saw Jeremy sitting on the sofa with a dark expression. “When are you going to get that insurance contract ready? I’m already prepared and can execute the plan whenever I want.” “Patience. You can’t get anything done if you’re impatient, understand? We have to make this perfect, or we’ll get into trouble.”

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

It pulsed beneath my palm like a heartbeat. I exhaled slowly and pressed my hand against the page. The flames came instantly. They swallowed the book in a soundless roar, a fire without smoke or heat. Before Silas could yank me away, the blaze leapt and coiled around me like serpents. My vision swallowed itself. One blink I stood in our chamber and the next I stood on snow. A village lay in front of me, small and poor and full of smoke. The air smelled of frost. Children chased one another through the mud with sticks and no shoes. I heard laughter and the reason it hurt was because I knew it would not last.

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.

I thought I was prepared for this moment but I was so wrong. I can't stand the disappointed look on Caesar's face if I'll embarrass myself. He worked so hard for this too. He even went as far as inviting his friends and employees. Even his investors... I can't bear... "I've never seen someone so hardworking before. She worked so had to pull this and to say the least, I'm so proud of her. As Nikki Rowe said, Some women become reckless with the fire, some find every way to put it out and rise above with the ashes left behind. That's her." He trailed taking a brief break. Everyone was looking at him, paying attention to each word that drawled off his mouth.

I also appreciate honest critics as well. I promise that when I’m back, you’ll have a far more adventurous writing of Fire on Fire Book 2: ELIJAH. Thank you guys so much. Happy holidays!

Lady Cassie had must have smuggled the book inside her already large pile, because it was far from the magical beings’ catalogs Bree was looking for at first. There, she found a section on fire creature’s techniques and a particularly promising chapter about weaponizing the phoenix rebirthing process. It explained in less details than she expected that it could be done by extending the fire halo, but it consumed the inner fire. The next couple of sentences set Bree of to a hyperventilating predicament, and her hands shook so badly the book fell on the ground.