‘He spat, and as the spit reached the floor, it sizzled, caught fire and burnt a hole in the stone. Charley stared in horror, frozen to the spot. The man cackled, his voice breaking like a witch. “You think they call me Mr Spitfire for fun?”’
Rearrange the word ‘fierce’. What two words do you get?
Fire. Ice. So different, yet so similar.
Charley’s and Jase’s life takes an abrupt change, as they find themselves having to work together, to revolutionise their homelands - homelands which they never knew existed.
Life torn apart, family forgotten, ‘friendship’ tested, and hatred galore.
Tough one.
But they have to deal with it.
In a ‘FIERCE’ battle
