"How much?"
"What?" Tavin asked, already thrown off-balance.
"How much of your life will you offer me?"
He considered it for a moment, then chased away his fear, and forced himself to say what he hoped was the right answer.
"As much as you need."
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"That’s quite an offer. Are you sure?"
* * *
To gain the power of the gods, one must make a pact and become Bloodsold. This is the path that Tavin, an orphan from a remote village who just turned eighteen, has chosen to walk—and like all other mortals, he only has two things he can offer a god: time and blood. But when a madman and his group of rogue mages arrive, chased by an experienced Bloodsold and her apprentice, Tavin soon finds himself caught up in far more than he bargained for. 
Bloodsold: Cold Fire is created by NJD Hardage, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Bloodsold: Cold Fire

Valina opened her eyes just as the sun was rising over the mountaintops. It only took her a moment before she started to remember where she was, and she bolted upright, frantically getting a read on her surroundings. She was still at the training ground. The trees that lined it were all scorched, but apparently had been extinguished before they spread far, leaving a ring of charred trunks and ash.


Tavin was lying face down on the ground a few paces from her. She scrambled over to him, and grabbed him by the shoulders. She felt heat beneath her fingertips, and hope blossomed. She remained still for a moment until she caught the faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He was alive. She let out a sigh of relief, falling back to sit on her rear, resting on her hands.


Chapter 28 - Work to Be Done