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


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.


Chapter 3


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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