"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

Tavin was captivated by the sensation of the purest heat imaginable flowing from his arms, channeled through him, but there was something more: a contrasting chill, centered deep in his core, its calm stillness somehow only making the raging fire more incredible.


Something caught his eye—unnatural movement near his feet. One of the near-molten cobblestones less than two strides away shook violently and exploded upward, a black miasma pouring out from behind it like a river, aimed for his head. Reflexively Tavin brought his hands together and met it head-on. In a flash, the concentrated power of all his flames consumed the attack.


Chapter 50: Tavin