Riding the Fire Horse

By D. A. Kelly

Genghis Khan, born holding a clot of blood in his tiny hand, is destined to rule the world. The great seer said so. Now the Fire Horse canters across the heavens, its blazing tail bright, its power there for the taking, and the Great Khan will sacrifice everything to harness its power. But at what cost?

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. A. Kelly
• Release date: Jan 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393513209

D. A. Kelly

D. A. Kelly is a writer and delighter in all things magic. Her stories are relentless, spellbinding mysteries stuffed full of quirky characters, wicked humour and delicious murder. She is writing the first book in her Arabella Black cosy paranormal mystery series, Brooms Away. If you like more magic with your murders then watch out for her upcoming novels. 

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Riding the Fire Horse

D. A. Kelly

Published by D. A. Kelly, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

RIDING THE FIRE HORSE

First edition. January 30, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 D. A. Kelly.

ISBN: 978-1393513209

Written by D. A. Kelly.

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Riding the Fire Horse

D. A. Kelly

‘I f I could harness the Fire Horse...’ Temujin, Genghis Khan of the Mongols, stared at the night sky. ‘I would ride Eternal Heaven like a god.’

‘You are a god, Khan,’ Subutai said. ‘To your sons, your army, your many wives. You rule our world.’

‘Khan of Khans certainly. But I am no god.’

‘I disagree, Khan.’

‘Those who disagree with me, usually regret it.’

‘I mean no disrespect, Khan. I merely point out you rule your empire as would a god.’

‘You’re a loyal warrior, Noyan Subutai.’ Genghis rested a hand on his general’s shoulder. ‘One of my most trusted men. You and Noyan Muqali are my best generals and the only two whose words are not honeyed by ambition.’

‘You honour me, Khan.’

‘I give praise where praise is due.’ Genghis shielded his eyes, watching the Fire Horse gallop westward across the night, its heart brilliant white, its tail blood red. ‘He rides the heavens with a great message for me. I am sure of it. Come, Subutai, I will seek Temku’s council.’

It was not a quick walk through the sprawling Mongol horde to see Temku. The shaman's gher sat on the far side of four tuman; each tuman a unit of ten thousand men. Add in their horses,