Friday, 8 April 2016

Review :The Last of the firedrakes





Paperback: 488  Pages
Publisher:   Wise Ink creative Publishing
Published on : August 15,2015



My review

Being an aggressive reader I love fairy tales that   keep influencing our fate and form our character . I am fortunate enough to receive the book The last of the Firedrakes . At one go  I could read the book because I was very much absorbed  in the fantastic  narration and the beautiful drama .The life lessons like discipline , courage and empathy which  the story teaches us are very valuable and highly significant in this era  of intolerance and degradation of values.The author's hard work and wisdom are displayed in this book in the form of rich vocabulary and nice  portrayal of  events.

The protagonist is a sixteen year old orphan Aurora who has gone to the magical world by  foul play of their adopters . Initially she demands sympathy for her sufferings in the hands of her supposed to be well wishers, but later on  she takes charge of several situations leading to admire her .
  She is very much courageous and bold enough to make risky efforts to attain her goal. Her mission is predetermined by her protectors and those who knows her well. It is a different world where magic is primary aspect and power is in very much demand. Though it is a war between the good and the evil she faces difficulties and encounters failures, but she is  adventurous  and always enthusiastic.





My rating for this wonderful book-4 out of 5



About:

For Farah Oomerbhoy, writing is a passion and reading her solace. She is a firm believer in the 


fantastic and magical, and often dreams of living in Narnia, Neverland, or the Enchanted Forest.


When she was pregnant with her first child ten years ago, a story popped into her head she could 


not ignore. “I was at my grandmother’s house, and as I looked at the image of a beautiful forest with 


a castle in the distance on a tapestry hanging on the wall, I imagined myself being whisked away into 


another world,” she said. It was at that moment the world of Avalonia, with its powerful mages and 


fae and the evil Queen Morgana, was born. Farah Oomerbhoy’s debut novel, The Last of the 


Firedrakes, was released in the summer of 2015.


Farah lives with her husband and three children in their family home in Mumbai, India. She has a 


Master’s degree in English Literature from the University of Mumbai. Her first novel is The Last of 


the Firedrakes, Book 1 of the Avalonia Chronicles.


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Chapter 3


Kidnapped


For a second that felt like a lifetime, everything stopped; I felt like I was 


floating in nothingness. Then I blinked, and, when I finally opened my eyes and 


focused again through the tears, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.


I found myself standing at the mouth of a small cave situated on a hill and 


overlooking a quiet, moonlit valley. On my left, a dark forest stretched out as far as 


the eye could see, treetops glistening silver in the light of the full moon. The hills 


around us undulated into wildflower-filled meadows that lay sleeping in the dewy 


Far down in the valley, I could see a little village, its lights twinkling in the 


distance. To my right, a waterfall splashed playfully into a small river that ran down 


into a lake, next to which the little village was built. The moon here was fuller and 


larger than I had ever seen it, and the night sky was awash with a fantastic array of 


Had I passed through the tapestry? Where was I?


I looked around, disbelief clouding my judgment. I was still trying to get my 


bearings after that strange moment when I had been inside the tapestry and 


nowhere at the same time. It gave me a funny feeling, as though I had been lifted out 


of my own consciousness and then put back into my body.


A warm breeze brushed past my face and played with my hair. Gone were the 


cloudy grey mist and the cold, nipping wind of the English countryside. I drew in a 


sharp breath—the air was crisp and clear, sweet smelling, and fresh. The moonlit 


valley was filled with fruit trees, wildflowers, and rolling meadows.


“How did we come here? Where are we?” I asked, still confused.


“You really are ignorant,” said Oblek, glancing at me. “I take it your uncle 


didn’t tell you anything?”


I shook my head and looked down. Oblek had tied my hands with a rope he 


had with him while I was still dazed and looking around. It was humiliating, and the 


rough ropes cut into my wrists, rubbing them raw every time he pulled me forward.


I had to find some way out of this. And, at the moment, the only thing I could 


do was discover more about where I was. Then, when I got an opportunity, I could 


escape and find my way back up to the cave on the hill, where we had arrived out of 


But then what?


Christopher was probably dead, and Aunt Arianna would doubtless blame 


me for everything since I had disappeared at the same time. I had no idea what to 


do. I didn’t really want to go back, and, now that my adoptive parents were dead, I 


had nothing to return to.


I was starting to panic. I had nowhere to go, and my mind was imagining an 


array of horrible outcomes of my kidnapping. My palms had become sweaty, and my 


racing heart was thundering in my chest as I half-walked and half-ran, desperately 


trying to keep up with Oblek’s giant strides.


“Why are you doing this?” I pleaded with my kidnapper.


But Lord Oblek said nothing. He didn’t even look at me. He just kept walking 


ahead and dragging me along behind him, with no more explanations as to what he 


was planning to do with me.


I was terrified, and I had no idea if I was going to survive this. But I tried to be 


brave. Maybe I could talk my way out of this?


“You do know that this is called kidnapping?” I said, trying to reason with 


He didn’t bother to answer.


“What will happen to me now?” I squeaked, my voice breaking, as I tried not 


“Queen Morgana will decide what is to be done with you,” said Oblek, finally.


Queen Morgana! The woman from my dream? It was not possible that this, 


too, was a coincidence. It must be the same Morgana, the one who had tried to kill 


Who the hell was she?


Suddenly all of this seemed extremely scary. I hoped that I was still dreaming 


and that there was no way I had actually traveled through a magical tapestry into 


some strange land. It all seemed very exciting in books. But actually being 


kidnapped and then hauled around like an animal, traveling deep into a land I knew 


nothing about, was not my idea of fun.



I had to get away from this horrible man, and fast.

Disclaimer : I received the hard copy by post and I thank Farah oomerbhoy for the same.

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