"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

Baelon sat at one of the ancient tables, a lit candle by his side, studying a tattered map of Varenwald. He had the old notebook that Godrid had partially decoded open nearby, occasionally referencing it. It was beneath the city somewhere, but where? The square? The inn? Or maybe the shrine to the Ten? It was unclear.


He carefully moved them aside to look at the parchment underneath. It was the single most valuable document he had found here so far, an illustration of what they had come here for: The Scepter of the Dead. As long as a man’s arm and made of lustrous silver, it was capped with the image of a man’s peacefully resting face, coins resting over his eyes. But that’s not all; there was a second illustration on the page. 


Chapter 29: A Blessing in Anger