Wit'ch Fire [NOOK Book]

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On a fateful night five centuries ago, three mages made a desperate last stand, sacrificing everything to preserve the only hope of goodness in the beautiful, doomed land of Alasea. Now, on the anniversary of that ominous night, a girl-child ripens into the heritage of lost power. But before she can even comprehend her terrible new gift, the Dark Lord dispatches his winged monsters to capture her and bring him the embryonic magic she embodies. ...
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Overview

On a fateful night five centuries ago, three mages made a desperate last stand, sacrificing everything to preserve the only hope of goodness in the beautiful, doomed land of Alasea. Now, on the anniversary of that ominous night, a girl-child ripens into the heritage of lost power. But before she can even comprehend her terrible new gift, the Dark Lord dispatches his winged monsters to capture her and bring him the embryonic magic she embodies.

Fleeing the minions of darkness, Elena is swept toward certain doom--and into the company of unexpected allies. There she forms a band of the hunted and the cursed, the outcasts and the outlaws, to battle the unstoppable forces of evil and rescue a once-glorious empire . . .

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Thirteen-year-old Elena is the daughter of kindly orchard keepers who have no idea their little girl is the reincarnated sorceress Sisa'kofa, "wit'ch of spirit and stone," dead for more than five centuries and now the world's last hope for defeating the dreaded Dark One and his minions. This launch novel of a projected trilogy by first-time author Clemens is another entry into the crowded fantasy adventure field, and the book introduces all the usual suspects: an ancient prophecy; an adolescent with burgeoning magical powers; her loyal multispecies cohort; a power-mad evil sorcerer. Just as Elena's magical ability starts to manifest, the Dark One's servants arrive to capture herfor the Dark One plans to add her newborn powers to his own. Elena's escape begins a wild chase as she struggles to learn what she is and to come to terms with her growing power. She must eventually embrace her magic in order to save herself in the inevitable climactic battleand to prepare for further confrontation with the Dark One, in Book Two. Readers who like their stories full of violence, magical pyrotechnics and black-hearted villains will find themselves on familiar ground here. Those in search of something original should look elsewhere. June
Library Journal
The sudden reappearance of a long-dead form of magic forces a young girl to undertake a desperate journey in search of the source of her power. Pursued by dark forces who would claim her magic for themselves, Elena attracts a group of exiles and outcasts to her side as protectors and companions in danger. First novelist Clemens demonstrates considerable skill at combining swift pacing with character development in this gracefully written beginning to a projected high fantasy quest. Suitable for most libraries' fantasy collections.
Kirkus Reviews
Book One of a fantasy series from newcomer Clemens. The land of Alasea was formerly protected by the spirit god Chi, but 500 years ago the invading Gul'gotha killed all the Chi mages and took up residence; as almost the last act of Chi magic, Er'ril, his brother Shorkan, and the mage Greshym created the Blood Diary. Now, Elena works in the apple orchard with her brother Joach when her hand suddenly turns blood red; she finds herself working magic by accident. Soon, however, horrid agents of Gul'gotha kill Elena's parents, set the orchard aflame, and capture Joach, though the one-armed juggler Er'ril (the same!), the violet-eyed dryad Nee'lahn, and the mountain giant Kral assist Elena to flee to her uncle Bol. He informs Elena of her magical heritage, and adds that they will need the Blood Diary to defeat Gul'gotha. The book's concealed in the hidden city of A`loa Glen, a last pocket of Chi magic. Also joining the expedition to A`loa Glen will be Tol'chuk, a half-breed og're, the shapeshifters Mogweed and Fardale, and Meric the el'vin, each with their own agenda and loyalties. The usual complications ensue with no end in sight. A well-organized and sometimes exciting fantasy debut, if disappointingly unoriginal and of indefinite duration. And any sensible editor would've blue-penciled all those du'mb dam'n apos'trophes. (Author tour)
From the Publisher
"WIT'CH FIRE grabs at your heart and tears a little hole, then tears another, and another--a brutal and beautiful ride. I can't put the book down!"
--R. A. SALVATORE

"I LOVED EVERY PAGE OF THIS BOOK. Clemens has constructed a world of magic that's never been seen before, with a cast of beings who are so engaging and entrancing that you never want the story to end."
--JOHN SAUL

"FULL OF VIOLENCE, MAGICAL PYROTECHNICS, AND BLACK-HEARTED VILLAINS."
--Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345453686
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/5/2002
  • Series: Banned and the Banished Series , #1
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 111,119
  • File size: 511 KB

Meet the Author

James Clemens was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1961. With his three brothers and three sisters, he was raised in the Midwest and rural Canada. He attended the University of Missouri and graduated with a doctorate in veterinary medicine in 1985. The lure of ocean, sun, and new horizons eventually drew him to the West Coast, where he established his veterinary practice in Sacramento, California. Wit'ch Fire is his first novel.

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The apple struck Elena on the head. In surprise, she bit her tongue, and her foot slipped off the next rung of the ladder. She fell the two yards to the hard ground and crushed a decayed apple, smearing sticky foulness over the seat of her new work clothes.

"Careful there, Elena," Joach called from another ladder, the strap from his apple basket digging into his forehead. The basket on his back was almost full.

She glanced to her own basket, its contents spilled across the orchard ground. With her face as red as the apple that had dropped on her, she stood, trying to reclaim as much dignity as possible.

Wiping her brow, she looked to the sun, which was low on the horizon. Late afternoon shadows stretched toward her. Sighing, she gathered her stray fruit. The dinner bell would be ringing soon. And her basket, even reloaded, was only a bit over half full. Father would be angry. "Head in the clouds," he would accuse her. "Always slacking from real work." She had heard his words often enough.

She placed a hand on the ladder leaning against the trunk of the tree. It wasn't as if she was purposefully avoiding work. She didn't mind working long hours in the fields or orchards. But the monotony of the chores did little to keep her attention from wandering to the numerous curiosities around her. Today she had found a kak'ora bird's tiny nest tucked in the crook of an orchard tree. The nest, long abandoned for the season, fascinated her with its intricate weaving of twigs, dried mud, and leaves. Then there had been the lacy spiderweb she had found, heavy with dew, like a jeweled drape. And the molted husk of a fiddler beetle glued to a leaf. So much to study and admire.

She stretched the ache buried between her shoulders, staring at row after row of apple trees. For just a heartbeat, Elena felt a twinge of suffocation--the "willies" her mother called it. In the past, many workers had whispered of the orchard's smothering touch. The trees consumed the entire high country, blanketing hundreds of thousands of acres, spreading from the distant peaks of the towering Teeth down to the lowlands of the plains. While the orchard wore many different seasonal faces--a spread of pink and white blossoms in the spring, an impenetrable green sea in summer, a skeletal tangle in winter--its very bulk had a constancy that ate the spirit, draining it.

Elena shivered. The branches blocked all the horizons around her. The entwining limbs overhead kept even the sun's touch from Elena's face. When she was younger, she had played among the rows of trees. Then the world had seemed huge, full of adventure and new discoveries. Now, nearing womanhood, Elena finally understood the whispered words of the other workers.

The orchard slowly choked you.

She raised her face. Here was her world. A trap of trees, leaves, and apples. She could find no break in the view. The cloying smell of decaying apples lay thick on the air. The odor crept into one's pores, marking each person like a dog with its scent, claiming you as its own. Elena spun around, drowning in the beauty of the orchard.

If only she had the wings of a bird, she would fly from here. Sail across the plains of Standi, wing over the I'nova swamps, fly among the humped islands of the Archipelago to the Great Ocean itself. She turned in circles under the boughs of the trees, imagining faraway places.

"When you're done dancing, Sis," Joach called down to her, "you'd better get back to work."

His stern words clipped her wings and tumbled her from the clouds. She stared up at her older brother. His voice rang with echoes of her father. For a moment, Elena could even see her father in her brother's broadening shoulders and strong, sunburned face. When had that happened? Where was the boy who had run screaming with her in imaginary hunts through the orchards?

She stepped back toward her ladder. "Joach, don't you ever want to leave this place?"

"Sure," he said, continuing to pick. "I want my own farm. Maybe I'll stake out some land by the wild orchards near the Eyrie."

"No, I mean leave the valley--leave the orchards."

"Be a townie in Winterfell, like Aunt Fila?"

Elena sighed and mounted her ladder. The orchard had already swallowed her brother whole, his mind and spirit trapped in the tangle of branches. "No," she said, trying again, "I mean leaving the foothills, going to see other lands."

He stopped, a ripe apple in his hand, and turned to her, his eyes serious. "Why?"

Elena slipped the carrying strap across her forehead. "Never mind." Her basket now felt twice as heavy. Nobody under-stood her.

Suddenly laughter burst from her brother, drawing Elena's attention back.

"What?" she said, expecting ridicule.

"Elena, you're so easy to fool!" Joach's face split with a mischievous grin. "Of course I want to leave this boring valley! Who do you think I am, some doddering farmer? Sheesh, I'd leave here in a bloody second."

Elena grinned. So the orchard hadn't snatched her brother yet!

"Give me a sword and a horse, and I'd be long gone," he continued, his eyes wide with his own dreams.

They shared a smile across the row of trees.

Suddenly a ringing clang echoed across the field: the din-ner bell.

"About time!" Joach said, leaping from his ladder to land gracefully on the ground. "I'm starving."

She grinned. "You're always starving."

"I'm growing."

Her brother's words were certainly true. Joach had spurted in size over this last season; his fourteenth birthday would come next week. Just a year older than she, he already stood a good head taller. She resisted the impulse to glance down at her chest. The other girls on neighboring farms were already sprouting in all directions, while she, if she took her shirt off, looked not unlike her brother. People had often mistaken them for brothers, even. They had the same red hair, tied in a ponytail in back, the same green eyes above high cheekbones, and the same sunburned complexion. While it was true she had more freckles, longer eyelashes, and a smaller nose, she was still almost as muscular as he. Working in the fields and orchards together since they were children had conditioned them similarly.

But the farm work they did amounted to no more than children's chores. Soon Joach would join the men in the harder labors and grow the chest and arms of a true man, even as he grew in height already. Eventually no one would mistake them for brothers--at least she hoped not. Unwittingly, she found herself staring at her chest and thinking fervently, the sooner the better.

"If you are done admiring those baby apples of yours," he teased, "let's get going."

She plucked a fruit and threw it at him. "Get out of here!" She meant to sound abrasive, but her laughter at the end ruined it. "At least I don't keep flexing in front of the mirror when no one's looking."

It was his turn to go red faced. "I wasn't ... I mean, I didn't--"

"Go home, Joach."

"What about you?"

"My basket is far from full. I think I'd better work a little longer."

"I could pour some of my apples into your basket. Mine's overflowing anyway. That way it'll look like we did the same amount of work."

Knowing her brother was trying to help her, she still felt a twinge of annoyance. "I can pick my own apples." Her words came out more acerbic than she had intended.

"Okay, I was only trying to help."

"Tell Mother I'll be back before sundown."

"You'd better be. You know she doesn't like us out after dark. The Cooliga family lost three sheep last week."

"I know. I heard. Now get going before they run out of mutton. I'll be fine."

She saw her brother hesitate for a heartbeat, but his hunger won out. With a wave, he headed away, marching between the rows of trees, back toward the house. Quickly swallowed up by the trees, even his scrunching footfalls faded to silence.

Elena climbed to the top of the ladder and pushed her way up to the more heavily laden branches. In the distance, she spied the multiple trails of chimney smoke rising from the town of Winterfell, hidden deeper in the valley. Her eyes tracked the black, smudged columns until they faded to faint haze high above the valley, where winds blew the smoke toward the distant ocean. If only she could follow ...

As she stared, her father's words returned to her, his voice gruff: Your head's always in the clouds, Elena.

Sighing, she tore her gaze from the sky and leaned her belly against the ladder for balance. This was her life. Using both hands, she grabbed apples and dropped them over her shoulder into her basket. Experienced fingers judged if the apples were ripe enough to pluck, pausing here, picking there, until all the mature apples from the local branches rested in her basket.

As she worked, her shoulders began to ache again, shooting complaints down her back. But she did not stop. Swatting at the flies that circled about her, she climbed up another rung to reach fresh branches, determined to fill her basket before sundown.

Soon the ache in her shoulders spread like a weed to her belly. She shifted her position on the ladder, thinking the rungs were bruising her midriff as she leaned. Suddenly a sharp cramp gripped her gut. She almost lost her balance, but a quick hand on the ladder stopped her plummet.

Eyes narrowed, she held on to the ladder, waiting for the pain to subside. It always did. For the past few days, she had been suffering from bouts of cramping. She had kept silent, attributing it to the number of blisterberries she had been consuming. The season was short, and the purplish berries had always been her favorite. Cramping or not, she couldn't resist their sweet nectar.

Breathing sharply between her clenched teeth, she rode out the pain. Within a few heartbeats, it faded back to a dull ache. Resting her forehead against her arm, she allowed herself a few deep breaths before continuing.

Glancing up, she spotted a sight that made her forget about her belly. The late evening sunlight pierced the canopy of leaves and blazed on a beauty of an apple, exceptionally large, almost the size of a small melon. Ah, how her mother prized these large, succulent apples for her pies. Even her father would be doubly pleased if she returned with her basket full and this trophy of an apple.

But could she reach it?

Stepping up another rung, one more than her father normally allowed them to climb, she strained an arm upward. Her fingertips brushed the bottom of the apple, setting it to swinging on its stalk.

Blast! If Joach were here, he could have reached it. But this was her prize. Pressing her lips together, she carefully eased herself up another rung. The ladder teetered beneath her. Hugging the trunk with one arm, she stretched the other toward the prize. Her hand inched toward the large fruit as her shoulder throbbed.

With a triumphant grin, she watched her hand slide into the sunlight outlining the apple. Or at least she intended to. As her hand slipped higher, it vanished as it struck the edge of the sunbeam. Thinking the sun-dazzle had momentarily blinded her, she did not immediately panic.

Instead, her stomach cramped viciously, her lower belly flaring with agony as if someone had dragged a rusty dagger through her innards. Gasping, she stumbled down a rung, clutching tree and ladder in a huge embrace.

A hot wetness seeped between her thighs as she hung there. Believing the pain had loosened her bladder, she glanced down in disgust. But what she saw there caused her to slip down the length of the ladder and land in a crumpled pile at its foot.

Rolling into a seated position, she again examined herself. Blood! Her gray pants were soaked in the crotch with seeping blood. Her first thought was that something had cut her up inside. Then it dawned on her, and a small smile played about her lips. Something she had heard about, had been hoping for, had finally happened: her first menstra.

She, Elena Morin'stal, had become a woman.

Stunned, she sat there and raised a hand to her forehead. Before she could touch her damp brow, her right hand drew her eyes.

It was swamped in blood, too!

A thick redness coated the entire surface of her hand like a ruby glove. What had happened? She knew she hadn't touched herself down there. Besides, she wasn't bleeding that much.

I must have cut myself on a ladder nail during the fall, or maybe on a sharp broken branch, she thought.

But there was no pain. Instead there was an almost pleasant coolness. She wiped her hand on her khaki shirt. Nothing wiped off. Her shirt was still clean. She wiped harder. Still nothing.

Her heart began to race, and stars danced across her vision as she started to panic. Her mother had never warned her of anything like this associated with a woman's first menstra. Maybe it was some sort of woman's secret, kept hidden from men and children. That had to be it! She forced her breathing to slow. It obviously didn't last. Her mother's hands were normal.

She took several cleansing breaths. It would be okay. Her mother would explain this nonsense. She stood up, and for the second time that day, righted her spilled basket and gathered her stray apples. The last apple she spotted was the giant trophy apple. She must have grabbed it before she fell. What luck! She touched her right earlobe in proper deference to the spirits for this boon. "Thank you, Sweet Mother," she murmured to the empty orchard. Here lay a good omen as she started her womanhood.

Bending over to retrieve her prize, she watched her bloodied hand close upon it and remembered the moment when her hand had vanished, disappearing in a blaze of sunlight. She crinkled her brow and dismissed the thought. It must have just been the light playing tricks on her tired eyes.

Her hand clamped on the apple. Mother would make a fine pie out of this. She pictured the warm apple and cinnamon oozing from a fresh slice of pie.

As she lifted her trophy, the apple quaked in her palm as if it were alive, then promptly withered and dried to a wrinkled, parched mass. Pulling her lips back in disgust, she dropped it. As the apple hit the ground, it flashed up in a flame bright enough to blind her eyes. Elena raised her arm across her face, but the light just as quickly vanished. She lowered her arm cautiously. All that was left of the apple was a tiny mound of ashes.

Holy Mother of Regalta!

As she backed away from the black pile, the dinner bell again clanked from across the orchard, startling her but also setting her in motion. Abandoning her basket, she fled across the orchard.


By the time Elena reached her family's farmyard, only the last rays of the setting sun still glowed in the western sky. Shadows lay thick across the packed dirt between the horse barn and main house. Leaping over the irrigation ditch, she burst from the last row of trees.

A wagon loaded with day workers trundled toward her, heading for the town road. Raucous laughter carried across the yard. The mule driver, Horrel Fert, waved her out of the way. "Move it, lass," he called to her. "I've got a boot full of hungry men here needin' to git to their dinners."

"And our ale! Don't forget our ale!" someone called from the back of the wagon. His comment triggered another spate of laughter.

Elena hopped to the side of the yard. The train of four mules leaned into their harnesses and pulled the creaking wagon past her. She began to raise her right hand to wave to the departing workers, then lowered it, hiding it behind her back, suddenly ashamed of her stained hand. If the red color was a mark of budding womanhood, she suddenly felt awkward at declaring her change before the rowdy men. She even found her cheeks blushing at the thought.

As soon as the wagon lumbered past, Elena darted across the yard, but not before hearing one of the men declare to another, "That girl's an odd one. Always running about. Not right in the head, I wager."

Elena ignored the insult and continued toward the back door of her house. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before. The children at school were even crueler with their tongues. Elena had always been a tall, gangling child, dressed in old homespun hand-me-downs from her brother. She endured being the butt of much joking, often crying herself home. Even her teachers thought her somewhat slow, believing her daydreams to be evidence of a dull mind. This judgment hurt, too, but over time, Elena's heart had grown thick-enough calluses.

Isolated, with only her brother and a few youngsters from neighboring farms for companionship, Elena had discovered the joys of exploring on her own. She had rooted out many wonderful places in the surrounding foothills: a rabbit warren where the does and bucks would feed freely from her hand; an anthill as high as her head; a lightning-struck tree that was hollow inside; a patch of mold-frosted headstones from a long-lost cemetery. She would often return exhausted from a day of roaming, bramble scratched and muddy, with a wide grin on her face.

Frowning now, Elena slowed her running as she neared the back door.

As much as she enjoyed her explorations, she could not ignore that lately a certain discontent had crept around her heart. She found her eyes lingering on far horizons. Her hands itched for something she could not name. It was as if a storm were building up in her bones, waiting to burst free.

Elena climbed the back steps. As she reached toward the door handle, her eyes caught the ruby glow of her stained palm in the last rays of the sun. And now this! What did it mean? Her fingers trembled as they hovered over the brass door handle. For the first time, she sensed the true depth and breadth of the strangeness that could lie beyond her orchard. She closed her eyes, suddenly fearful.

Why would she ever want to leave her home? Safety was here, and all those who loved her. Here were lands as comfortable as worn flannel on a cold morning. Why seek more?

As she shivered on the doorstep, the door burst open before her, startling her down a step. In the doorway, her father towered with Joach's shoulder clutched in his large hand. Both the men's eyes widened in surprise to find Elena on the stoop.

"See," Joach said sheepishly, "I told you she'd be right in."

"Elena," her father said, "you know you're not supposed to be in the orchards alone after dark. You need to think--"

Elena flew into her father's arms.

"Honey?" he said as he closed her up in his thick arms. "What's wrong?"

She buried her face into her father's chest, never wanting to move from his arms. More than the thatched roof and warm hearth, here was her home.


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  • Posted December 11, 2009

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    Wit'ch fire By: James Clemens Review of an epic tale

    Wit'ch fire is an epic tale of love, fantasy, adventure, magic and betrayal.

    The land of Alasea was formerly protected by Chi, but 500 years ago the Dark One killed all the Chi mages and took over Alasea. Thirteen-year-old Elena is the daughter of a towns orchard keepers. Elena and her parents have no idea that Elena is the reincarnated sorceress Sisa'kofa, "wit'ch of spirit and stone." Elena is now the world's last hope for defeating the dreaded Dark One and his minions. The one-armed juggler Er'ril, the dryad Nee'lahn, and the mountain man Kral assist Elena. Also an ogre sent to save his people Tol'chuk, shape shifters Mogweed and Fardale, going to get there shape shifting abilities back and Meric the el'vin, join Elena on her quest for the blood diary, and to defeat the dark lord.

    I think that this is the best fantasy adventure book I have ever read! This book is great because it has strong fantasy and magic in it. It has suspense and betrayal in it. The reason that this book is better than the other fantasy adventure books I have read is because it is very deep in the fantasy part of this book. And it has deep adventure mixed in cleverly with the fantasy.

    The epic tale love, fantasy, adventure, magic and betrayal, wit'ch fire is the best. Elena is a teenage wit'ch who is on an epic journey to get the blood diary and to kill the Dark lord. Will she succeed?? Well the read it and find out. I think this book is the absolute greatest. People who love strong, adventures and thrilling books. This book is the book to read!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2004

    First Time Reader

    i've usually stuck to authors and genre's i'm familiar with. so delving into the fantasy/sci-fi thing was different for me. Wit'ch Fire was a pleasant shock. upon opening the book i could not set it down. the action was frequent and i loved it. the imagery created on every page was even better. while it may sound cliche, the sights and smells described all felt as if it was taking place in my own room...

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2003

    Awesome! going to read it again very soon

    I bought this book a few days ago, and rushed out and bought the other books in the series just two days ago. This book is awesome, I didn't want to put it down. However, one aspect of the book that I did not like, was the jump between one character to the next but the way he combines them, is great and more then makes up for the sudden jump. Its a must read for anyone who enjoys witchcraft books.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2003

    Best Series I've Ever Read

    James Clemens is a great author. I have never been bored reading this series. I would seriously recommend it if you like books that have mysteries behind every corner.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2002

    This series is at the top on my list

    I read alot of fantasy. This series is possibly the best series I have ever read. The action is fast paced and the authors imagination is amazing. Dont pass this book up. I was so excited after reading the first book that I had to write the author to personally thank him. That was a first. Now I would like to spread the word and hope Mr Clemens continues his writings for all to enjoy. If you love Tolkein, Jordon, Goodkind and other long detailed series, you will love this work.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 25, 2010

    Witch saga

    First, I have read the entire series in the "Witch" saga. Why? It is engaging, with it's many twists, turns, and cliff hangers; woven into a tapestry from a dream-scape.

    At first it was "fantasy" and I was draw into the imagination of the author; but, now, at the end of the series, I take pause to wonder. Something deep inside stirs: fantasy or history? In the fiber of the Human race, there are tales woven through myth and legend; religions have been formed and faded; governments and empires come and go; but, what remains is the haunting draw of where we come from and why we are here; what is our history? We know so little about our inherited reality; perhaps James Clemens, like Tolkien, has tapped into the thread of truth and woven it into a story of possibilities. Intensional? Who can say? Sudden insights are not accidents; they are shadows cast by a setting Sun.

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  • Posted May 6, 2010

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    Great find

    I "purchased" this book when it was available as a free e-book. I truly didn't know what to expect, but, was I surprised! James Clemmens did an amazing job of intertwining the lives of several different characters from several different races. As the story progresses, you begin to truly understand Elena and the pain she felt of losing her family and the anger and confusion when she discovers that she has magical abilities. The only downfall of the book is the annoying, over-excessive use of the apostrophe, but do not let that deter from the book. Once you get used to them, you realize how vivid the world is and how life-like the characters are. This is truly an amazing book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2002

    Amazing!!!

    The first book is brillant leaving you wanting more and more and more... Each Character develops beautifully. Read all of the series!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2014

    Faolon

    Really O.O

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2014

    Shadow

    Im going back to camp.

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  • Posted July 5, 2012

    I have read many classic fantasy books, and I often find contemp

    I have read many classic fantasy books, and I often find contemporary fantasies are a little lacking in development. However, this book far surpassed my expectations. The author weaves the characters into the story in such a way that you can't help but loving them, hating them, and feeling sorry for them. If you like books like Lord of the Rings, you'll love this series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2012

    Great book in a wonderful series

    Always enjoyed this series. Definitely a favorite. Would recommend to anyone who's looking for something different in fantasy.

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  • Posted October 31, 2011

    Good Book 3.5

    I gave this a 4 out of 5 but I feel like it is 3.5 but closer to 4.

    The story is enjoyable but at some points the story falters a little bit.

    Still a very good series and a good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2011

    Fantastic

    One of the best books I've ever read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2010

    Good read

    A fast read and easy style that keeps you going until the end. Look forward to reading more from this author

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  • Posted April 27, 2010

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    It was better than I expected but not spectacular

    It is not the best fantasy book out there but it is interesting enough to finish it and buy the next one.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 15, 2010

    An excellent hook to an excellent series

    I got Wit'ch Fire as a special -- free -- and I soon learned why. It was so good, I had to buy all the sequels! Then I found out that James Clemens is actually another of my favorite writers, James Rollins. No wonder! This series is excellent, with all the traditional elements of the epic fantasy genre, but done with a new twist, and his own special style.

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  • Posted March 3, 2010

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    Good first book of a series

    The book seem to be pretty formulaic. Child discovers she has magical powers, needs to be save the world, and is mentored by someone who has his own issues. Still, it was an enjoyable and quick read.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2002

    Best Fantasy Novel

    I could not put this book down! I read all night and failed a history final because of lack of sleep! I went straight to the book store and bought the second one! Everyone should read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2002

    Wow! What a book!

    I loved this book. The characters are wonderful, the writing is amazing, and the setting of the book is spellbinding. The way the diferent characters intertwine is perfectly done. I couldn't put the book down. And I can't wait to read the next book!

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