Book Blitz, Teasers, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Pocket Full of Tinder

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Pocket Full of Tinder
by Jill Archer
(Noon Onyx #4)
Publication date: December 15th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Science Fiction


Noon Onyx is back! In this long-awaited fourth installment, Jill Archer returns readers
to the dangerous world of Halja, where demons, angels, and humans coexist in an
uneasy state of détente.

Maegester-in-Training Noon Onyx feels like she’s done it all – mastered fiery magic,
become an adept fighter, learned the law, killed countless demons, and survived having
her heart broken by both love and an arrow, but now she’ll face her greatest challenge
yet…

Far to the north lies an outpost famous for its unrest – Rockthorn Gorge. The town’s
patron has specifically requested Noon’s help. Her assignment? Help the neophyte
demon lord build his fiefdom and keep what’s his. The problem? Lord Aristos – Noon’s
new employer – is her erstwhile lover, Ari Carmine, the aforementioned heart breaker.
And the number one thing he wants is her.

When Rockthorn Gorge’s viaduct is destroyed by Displodo, an enigmatic bomber,
killing a dozen settlers and wounding scores more, Noon sets off early to aid in the
search and rescue. Ari is listed among the missing and the suspects are legion. But
Noon’s search is just the beginning. Her journey forces Noon to confront not only those
she loves, but also enemies hell-bent on destroying them.

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EXCERPT:

PROLOGUE

Ari
Last year
Second semester

He’d been traveling for weeks, following the river westward. A great aerial beast
with a broken wing trying to follow the curving lines of a bigger, blacker beast on terra
firma. Beneath him, the Lethe River twisted and writhed. Every left turn was agonizing.

The wing, bent at an unnatural angle, caught wind where it shouldn’t. The drag was
enormous. He often felt as if he were drowning, his wings clasping at the edges of a
whirlpool whose edges grew taller and steeper as it closed in on him. And then he’d
have to push, soaring up into the air again with labored breathing that
sounded louder than a blue whale’s blowhole.

As he neared New Babylon he kept a keen eye on the water, searching for boats
and sails and men. Men who may not have seen a drakon in decades, perhaps longer.
Men who would sound an alarm and alert others to his presence. It was the type of
homecoming he wished to avoid.

So he’d flown at night and timed his arrival with the new moon. All below was black
and gray. Far off there were tall ships lit by lanterns, but closer (thank Luck
closer) was his goal – Bradbury’s docks.

A man without fire or an electric torch would have been blind. But to a drakon, the
world seemed drawn with charcoal and smudged with starlight. Another night, with a
different wing and the company he sought, he might have thought it beautiful.

He smelled the river and the city, the scents of men and the rich food they liked to eat.

Loud, boisterous voices rose from the waterside inns, saloons, and taverns. He
clenched his jaw and banked left across the water toward Etincelle, straightening again– or at least trying to – before he got too close. With a last, desperate push
up he rose above the Lethe, beating his inefficient wings against the
midnight sky, until he found warm air to ride down, circling… waiting… watching for
anyone who might still be at the docks. He did not want to be seen in drakon form.

He landed less gracefully than he would have liked, skidding to a halt just before
hitting a crate that would have tumbled into the Lethe had he not finally found purchase on the dock with his claws. With a last glance around, he shifted.

Wings collapsed. Snout, jaws, and teeth were reabsorbed. Claws disintegrated,
turning to dust. Tail wriggled and twisted, curling inward, like a snake eating itself.
Lungs and heart halved. And then halved again. Head pounding, body shaking, Ari fell
to his knees, his right palm pressed against the dock, his left arm cradled uselessly
against his side.

He was home.

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jillAuthor Bio:

Jill Archer is the author of the Noon Onyx series, genre-bending fantasy novels
about a postgrad magic user and her off-campus adventures. The series includes
DARK LIGHT OF DAY, FIERY EDGE OF STEEL, WHITE HEART OF JUSTICE, and
the upcoming POCKET FULL OF TINDER.

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