{"id":10516,"date":"2012-01-23T21:40:31","date_gmt":"2012-01-24T02:40:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=10516"},"modified":"2012-01-23T23:21:26","modified_gmt":"2012-01-24T04:21:26","slug":"firethorn-by-ronie-kendig","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=10516","title":{"rendered":"Firethorn by Ronie Kendig"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480264388542368882\" style=\"cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 145px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_cESuxv-WNX8\/TA3PbPpKjHI\/AAAAAAAAEFE\/e9Dq6nSnpCA\/s200\/FIRSTWildCardTours2.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>It is time for a <span style=\"color: #990000;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com\/\">FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old&#8230;or for somewhere in between! <span style=\"color: #990000;\"><strong>Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\"><em>You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong>Today&#8217;s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.roniekendig.com\/\">Ronie Kendig<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 100%;\">and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1602607850\">Firethorn, Discarded Heroes #4<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;\">Barbour Books; Discarded Heroes edition (2012)<\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<p>***Special thanks to Ronie Kendig for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"color: #333399; font-size: 130%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ZQ7wfXLuoII\/Txp0hvx5TTI\/AAAAAAAAGu0\/93mvC-Arqz0\/s1600\/Ronie+graffiti.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ZQ7wfXLuoII\/Txp0hvx5TTI\/AAAAAAAAGu0\/93mvC-Arqz0\/s200\/Ronie+graffiti.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"133\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">An Army brat, Ronie Kendig grew up in the classic military family, with her father often TDY and her mother holding down the proverbial fort. Their family moved often, which left Ronie attending six schools by the time she\u2019d entered fourth grade. Her only respite and \u201cfriends\u201d during this time were the characters she created.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">It was no surprise when she married a military veteran\u2014her real-life hero\u2014in June 1990. Married more than twenty years, Ronie and her husband, Brian, homeschool their four children, the first of whom graduated in 2011. Despite the craziness of life, Ronie finds balance and peace with her faith, family and their three dogs in Dallas, TX.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">Ronie has a deep love and passion for people, especially hurting people, which is why she pursued and obtained a B.S. in Psychology from Liberty University. Ronie is an active member of the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and has volunteered extensively, serving in a variety of capacities from coordinator of a national contest to appointment assistant at the national annual conference.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\" src=\"http:\/\/rkendig.com\/wp-content\/themes\/tekemedesign\/images\/ronfam.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"163\" align=\"left\" \/><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">Since launching onto the publishing scene in 2010, Ronie and her books have been gained critical acclaim and national attention, including:<\/span><\/div>\n<ul style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\">\n<ul style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px;\">\n<li style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">Finalist in Christian Retailing\u2019s 2011 Readers\u2019 Choice Awards (<em style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">Nightshade<\/em>)<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">RWA\u2019s Faith, Hope, &amp; Love\u2019s 2011 Inspirational Readers\u2019 Choice Awards in Romantic Suspense (<em style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">Nightshade<\/em>)<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">Named one of the Top 25 Christian Fiction Suspense, Mystery, and Thriller Writers by FamilyFiction (Sept 2011)<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">2011 FamilyFiction Readers\u2019 Choice Awards \u2013 3<sup style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; bottom: 1ex; font-size: 10px; height: 0px; line-height: 1; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">rd<\/sup> place as New Favorite Author, 8<sup style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; bottom: 1ex; font-size: 10px; height: 0px; line-height: 1; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">th<\/sup> place with <em style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">Nightshade <\/em>for Novel of the Year.<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">INSPY Award Shortlist final in Mystery\/Thriller (<em style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">Dead Reckoning<\/em>)<\/span><\/li>\n<li style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\"><span style=\"background-color: white;\">The Christian Manifesto\u2019s 2010 Lime Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction (<em style=\"background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; vertical-align: baseline; border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">Nightshade<\/em>)<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Visit the author&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.roniekendig.com\/\">website<\/a>.<\/p>\n<div align=\"left\"><strong><span style=\"color: #333399; font-size: 130%;\"><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-HsnSTs2w_4Q\/Txp0KyAdYSI\/AAAAAAAAGus\/gLSb2YqNvdc\/s1600\/Firethorn+cover_FINAL_color+shift.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-HsnSTs2w_4Q\/Txp0KyAdYSI\/AAAAAAAAGus\/gLSb2YqNvdc\/s200\/Firethorn+cover_FINAL_color+shift.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"131\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Blown and dismantled, Nightshade is ready to repay the favor.<\/p>\n<p>Former Marine and current Nightshade team member Griffin &#8220;Legend&#8221; Riddell is comfortable. So comfortable he never sees the set up that lands him in a maximum security prison, charged with murder. How can he prove his innocence behind bars?<\/p>\n<p>Covert operative Kazi Faron is tasked with reassembling Nightshade\u2014the black ops team someone dissected. Breaking Griffin out of a federal penitentiary amid explosive confusion may turn out to be her last assignment. What will it take to convince the fugitive that whoever set him up has also dissected the Nightshade team? As Kazi and Griffin race to rescue the others and discover the traitor, love begins to awaken in their hearts.<\/p>\n<p>Can a covert operative and the felon she&#8217;s freed overcome their mutual distrust long enough to save Nightshade? Will anything prepare them for who\u2014or what is coming?<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"640\" height=\"360\" classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" codebase=\"http:\/\/download.macromedia.com\/pub\/shockwave\/cabs\/flash\/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"src\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/v\/38BgfvYD3io?version=3&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0\" \/><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" \/><embed width=\"640\" height=\"360\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube-nocookie.com\/v\/38BgfvYD3io?version=3&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" \/><\/object><\/p>\n<p>Product Details:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li style=\"font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong style=\"background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;\"><strong style=\"background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;\"><strong>List Price:<\/strong> $12.99<\/strong><\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<ul style=\"background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;\">\n<li style=\"margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>Paperback:<\/strong> 352 pages<\/li>\n<li style=\"margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>Publisher:<\/strong> Barbour Books; Discarded Heroes edition (2012)<\/li>\n<li style=\"margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>Language:<\/strong> English<\/li>\n<li style=\"margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>ISBN-10:<\/strong> 1602607850<\/li>\n<li style=\"margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.5em;\"><strong>ISBN-13:<\/strong> 978-1602607859<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><span style=\"color: #cc0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 180%;\">AND NOW&#8230;THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"height: 307px; overflow: auto;\">\n<div align=\"center\"><strong> <span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"> To all American military heroes<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">At home and abroad,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">Those who have gone before<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">and those serving today\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">THANK YOU!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">Because of you, we are FREE!<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">RECON CREED<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><strong>R<\/strong>ealizing it is my choice and my choice alone to be a Reconnaissance Marine, I accept all challenges involved with this profession. Forever shall I strive to maintain the tremendous reputation of those who went before me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><strong>E<\/strong>xceeding beyond the limitations set down by others shall be my goal. Sacrificing personal comforts and dedicating myself to the completion of the reconnaissance mission shall be my life. Physical fitness, mental attitude, and high ethics\u2014The title of Recon Marine is my honor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><strong>C<\/strong>onquering all obstacles, both large and small, I shall never quit. To quit, to surrender, to give up is to fail. To be a Recon Marine is to surpass failure; To overcome, to adapt and to do whatever it takes to complete the mission.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><strong>O<\/strong>n the battlefield, as in all areas of life, I shall stand tall above the competition. Through professional pride, integrity, and teamwork, I shall be the example for all Marines to emulate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><strong>N<\/strong>ever shall I forget the principles I accepted to become a Recon Marine. Honor, Perseverance, Spirit, and Heart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">A Recon Marine can speak without saying a word and achieve what others can only imagine.<\/span><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><em>Swift, Silent, Deadly<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Chapter 1<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>The Shack<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cIt\u2019s sad, really.\u201d Marshall \u201cThe Kid\u201d Vaughn trudged away from the thumping rotors of the helo that had deposited them back at the Shack, his pack almost dragging the ground. \u201cYa don\u2019t realize how much a person adds until he\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cLegend\u2019s not gone.\u201d Max \u201cFrogman\u201d Jacobs hoisted his rucksack into a better group, his mind locked on Sydney and their two sons waiting for him at home. Poor woman had to be going out of her mind with two of his Mini-Me\u2019s running around.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cYeah.\u201d John \u201cSquirt\u201d Dighton hit the light breaker, then waited for the six-man team to clear the door. \u201cHe\u2019s just temporarily detained.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Lights sizzled and popped to life. Groaning bounced off the grimy windows as he hauled the door closed, locked it, then started toward the showers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The Kid grunted. \u201cForty-years-to-life temporary.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">In the locker room, a depressive gloom hung over the team. They\u2019d been on countless missions, hit just about every terrain and environment imaginable, but none had taken the toll the last couple had. And there was one reason\u2014they were down a man. Griffin \u201cLegend\u201d Riddell. If Max could write the playbook, they wouldn\u2019t do another mission without the guy. But with the man in federal prison for murdering a congressman, it\u2019d be a long wait.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">It was quiet. Too quiet. Max looked around the Spartan room. Walls of lockers, most unused. A few benches. A giant once-white bin for dirty duds. And the team. Six men, now. All very skilled. Good men. Even the one missing. Every man here knew Legend had been set up\u2014he didn\u2019t murder that congressman. But nobody could prove it. The evidence was damning. Justice\u2014<em>injustice <\/em>was more like it\u2014came swiftly. Lambert, ever the puppeteer, couldn\u2019t pull the right strings to get Legend off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cI\u2019m heading up to visit him tomorrow. Anyone game?\u201d Colton \u201cCowboy\u201d Neeley slumped on a bench and ran a hand over his short, dark hair. His blue eyes probed the group.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cNah, man. I\u2019ve got a date,\u201d the Kid said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Squirt beaned him with a towel. \u201cWhat girl would go out with you, mate?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The Kid snapped the terry cloth back at the former Navy SEAL. \u201cYour sister.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Squirt froze. His jaw went slack. Then his eyes darkened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Laughing, Canyon \u201cMidas\u201d Metcalfe rose to his feet from the corner. \u201cYou just proved his point by thinking your sister would actually go out with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Squirt swallowed, his face drained of color. \u201cI introduced them at a New Year\u2019s party.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Midas laughed harder. \u201cYour mistake, <em>mate.<\/em>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Shuffling closer, Squirt pointed a finger at the Kid. \u201cI swear, you touch her, I\u2019ll shove a fist full of witchety grubs down your gullet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cGive me credit, dude.\u201d The Kid raised his hands. \u201cI\u2019m a gentleman.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max grunted. \u201cRight.\u201d As he strode around the lockers to the shower well, he heard more threats and much more laughter from the Kid. Max shook his head. Would the Kid ever grow up, learn when to leave things alone?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">As he tossed his oily, grimy duds on the bench, Max paused, thinking maybe he should send his report to Lambert now so he wouldn\u2019t have to mess with it tomorrow. The mission had been simple enough, a snatch-n-grab of an Iranian doctor. It\u2019d been nice and clean, in and out. The report wouldn\u2019t take long. Then he could shower, bug out, and know he had the whole weekend with Syd and the boys.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max jogged up the iron stairs, which creaked and groaned beneath his weight. Down the hall to the right. He punched in the code and entered the secure hub, the door hissing shut behind him. The most high-tech part of this dump-of-a-warehouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Shouts drew his attention to the blinds. He jabbed two fingers between a couple and spread them to peeked down into the main area. Squirt and the Kid raced into the bay and back the way they came. Squirt looked ready to kill. The Kid\u2019s face revealed his fear. Max shook his head again. Man, he wanted Griffin back. The guy seemed to bring balance to the team. Badly needed balance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max powered up the computer. Hand propped on the warped wood, he waited for the system to boot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">More shouts. Loud thuds.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">He pinched the bridge of his nose. Would they never\u2014?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Tat-a-tat! Tat-tat-a-tat!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Instinct drove Max to his knee at the sound of gunfire. He scrambled to the window. Through the slanted blinds, he peered down into the slab of cement. His brain wouldn\u2019t assemble what he saw. Gunmen. A dozen or more. Rushing into the Shack from the parking bay. Moving swiftly, as if. . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>They know the layout.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max darted to the door and jerked it open. He sprinted down the hall toward the stairs. As his boot hit steel, he froze. A shadow emerged. Floated into the hall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Too late.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max jerked back. Pressed his spine against the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">By the showers, the Kid looked up. Max signaled to him. Then made his best and loudest Nightshade whistle, hoping it would penetrate the building, give the men warning to take cover.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The Kid threw himself back into the locker room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Men swarmed the corner. One looked to his left, one right. His weapon slowly rose as he traced the stairs with his M16.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max leapt backward into the darkness and into office. He closed the door. As the lock clicked, darkness dropped like an anchor over the entire building. Behind him, a glow screamed his location. The monitor!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max spun. Lunged across the desk. Stabbed the power button. And paused with his hand still near the monitor. If someone was coming after them. . .accessing this computer. . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">On his knees, Max yanked the cords free. With the box, he moved to the window and reassessed the parking bay. Another van with a half-dozen men with AK-47s. They streamed into the warehouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max\u2019s gut wound into a dozen knots. They were screwed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Think! <\/em>Hand on the door, he considered going back downstairs. But that would get him captured. Killed. Yet he\u2019d rather be with his guys than running like a chicken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">No, not running. Considering options, gaining the advantage. Planning. The invasion force was armed to the teeth. They knew who they were coming after. They\u2019d brought weapons. And those guys moved with precision. Swift, deadly precision.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Though Nightshade had a stellar ops record, perhaps they had finally met their match. Still. . .two to one? Nightshade had faced worse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">A large black Suburban screeched to a halt in the middle of the parking bay. Two men emerged, both wearing trench coats.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max cursed his luck to be up here, away from his gear, his weapons. Up here, without firepower. Thus, powerless.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Okay, enough. He was going down there. He eased the door open and slid across the hall. Bathed in darkness, he crouched at edge of the landing, using the wall for cover. A dozen men so far, rushing here and there. Quick, quiet chatter between the men.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">A smirk slid into Max\u2019s face. His team had taken cover and these goons couldn\u2019t find them. If he could just get a weapon. . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cCan\u2019t find them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cThey\u2019re here. I saw them go in,\u201d the man nearest the SUV shouted. \u201cFind them! Lights!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Light rushed through the building as headlamps from the vehicles stabbed the dusty, damp building. Max yanked back, out of sight. He needed to get down there, defend his men. His boot hit the landing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Shouts erupted. A shot bounced off the steel rafters, taunting as it echoed through the Shack. Stilled, Max waited. More shouts. The sound of a scuffle. The half-dozen men waiting by the SUV lifted their weapons to the ready.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The locker room door swung open. A man walked backward, his AK-47 aimed at a large form filling the doorway. Cowboy. Arms raised, dressed only in his jeans, he stalked forward. Someone shoved him from behind, which barely moved the big lug.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Spine pressed against the wood, Max peered down into the bay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cYou move one wrong muscle,\u201d the one in front of Cowboy growled, \u201cand so help me God, I\u2019ll kill you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cNo you won\u2019t.\u201d Cowboy lowered his hands. \u201cIf you wanted me dead, I wouldn\u2019t be out here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Ride \u2019em, Cowboy.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">From the side entrance to the showers, three men dragged a shouting, cursing Kid into the bay. Max smirked that it took three tangos to wrangle the Kid.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Hand clenched, Max\u2019s mind went into overdrive. What could he do? <em>God. . .I need. . .something. <\/em>What could he pray for? Intercepting the team was impossible. Twelve, fifteen armed tangos against one unarmed man?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">He latched on to the hope that they\u2019d only found Cowboy and the Kid. No Midas, Squirt, or Aladdin. Good. Maybe they could regroup and\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">A man flew through the bay door from the showers and landed with a thud a yard from the others. Midas flipped over, scissored his legs, and swept the thug off his feet. The Kid seized the confusion to attack the men guarding him. And impressively. With a hard right, he dropped the first and used that weapon to disable the second.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Cowboy took a step back and rammed his elbow into the gut of the nearest guard. The gunman bent forward\u2014straight into Cowboy\u2019s meaty fist. The big guy pivoted, slapped the interior of the gunman\u2019s wrist, effectively seizing the weapon and flipping the muzzle around. He fired at the guy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Crack!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">In the split second it took for Max to realize the sonic boom that rent the air wasn\u2019t the report of Cowboy\u2019s .45 MEU but of a rifle, Max saw the man in the black trench coat drop to the ground. A circle spread out like a dark halo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cSniper!\u201d someone shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The dead guy had fallen backward. Most likely shot from the front. Which meant. . . Max\u2019s gaze rose to the rafters. With no light, it\u2019d be the perfect hiding spot. But. . .who? Squirt? Aladdin?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Crack!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The man guarding Colton stumbled forward, then went to his knees before hitting the cement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The man in the black trench coat nearest the SUV dropped. A pool of blood spilled out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cThere!\u201d One guard swung and fired his fully automatic at the ceiling. Four others followed suit, firing at the bank of grimy windows on the southeast wall of the building.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max followed their direction and watched. Waited, his breath caught at the back of his throat. Cracks and shattering glass blended with the staccato punches of the guns to create a wild cacophony of noise. Max tuned it out, praying whoever\u2014Aladdin or Squirt\u2014wouldn\u2019t be hit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">But then he saw it. A shift of a shadow. Like someone rolling. . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The gunfire petered out as a body plummeted the eight feet to the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The thud seemed to have supernatural powers as it pounded Max\u2019s chest and pushed him back. Away from the window but not far enough that he lost line of sight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Silence dropped on the Shack.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cWhere\u2019s Max Jacobs?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">As the question streaked through the warehouse, Max registered a red glow in the far corner. Even as he noticed it, he heard a beep. Another. His gaze darted to the source of the noise. Two men were walking the perimeter, their M16s dangling as they raised their arms and pressed something against the supports. Arms lowered and the men stepped back revealing gray bricks with wires.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Explosives.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Gotta stop this. Do something.<\/em> His gaze collided with Cowboy\u2019s. The big lug gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max\u2019s nostrils flared as he wrestled with what to do.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cWhere\u2019s Dighton?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>How do they know our names?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cDead,\u201d someone answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Pulled back into the shadows, Max clenched his eyes and bit down on his tongue. Dighton was dead. What about Aladdin\u2014had he survived the fall?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Sirens wailed in the distance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cLoad \u2019em up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cWhat about Jacobs?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">\u201cOutta time.\u201d The leader left as the gunmen dragged the team out of the building.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Stealthily, Max held on to the box and sprinted the length of the hall to the side of the Shack. In the conference room, he plunged toward the window. Craned his neck to peek out. Three vehicles\u2014twin white vans and a black town car.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The guys were loaded into the van and one into the car.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">The leader shifted, held something out, then it wavered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Detonator.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max spun around, searching for an out. Doors. Only one way down\u2014the stairs. But they led to the bay, which would be engulfed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Windows. Overlooked the dock. The canal. It was January. The water would be brutal cold. His split-second assessment told him no matter what route he took, it\u2019d be deadly. Despite his training, if he didn\u2019t find shelter out of the water once he broke surface, he\u2019d die an ice cube. If he stayed, he\u2019d die a fireball.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Good thing SEALs are insulated against cold water.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Max vaulted toward the window, hurtling the computer through the window. The glass shattered as a violent force blasted through the air. It lifted him. Up. . .up. . . Flipped him. Searing pain sliced through his arm. Heat stroked his back and legs. Fire chased him out of the building. Into the night.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\"><em>Boom!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Another wave slammed into him. Threw him backward. Toward the water.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Something punched his gut. Knocked the breath from his lungs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Bright white lit the night. Blinded him. Then\u2014almost instantaneously\u2014black. Pure black. And he was falling. . .down. . .down. . .<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: NeutrafaceText-Demi;\">Ro n i e K e n d i g<\/span><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: Roadkill;\"><em><strong>Firethorn<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: NeutrafaceText-Demi;\"><strong>Discarded Heroes # 4<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">OTHER BOOKS BY RONIE KENDIG<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><em>Nightshade<\/em> (Discarded Heroes #1)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><em>Digitalis<\/em> (Discarded Heroes #2)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><em>Wolfsbane<\/em> (Discarded Heroes #3)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">\u00a9 2011 by Ronie Kendig<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">ISBN 978-1-60260-0785-9<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;\">Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version\u00ae. NIV\u00ae. Copyright \u00a9 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the publisher.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and\/or events is purely coincidental.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">For more information about Ronie Kendig, please access the author<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">\u2019s Web site at the following Internet address: <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.roniekendig.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: blue; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">www.roniekendig.com<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\">Published by Barbour Publishing, Inc., P.O. Box 719, Uhrichsville, OH 44683,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.barbourbooks.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: blue; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">www.barbourbooks.com<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;\"><em>Our mission is to publish and distribute inspirational products offering exceptional value and biblical encouragement to the masses.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nPrinted in the United States of America.<\/span><\/h2>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/divider.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-10526\" title=\"divider\" src=\"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"317\" height=\"61\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/divider.png 317w, https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/divider-150x28.png 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 317px) 100vw, 317px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>With an intensely paced plot, explosive situations, and vividly depicted characters, <a title=\"Firethorn by Ronie Kendig\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1602607850\">Firethorn<\/a> is the &#8220;must read&#8221; conclusion to Kendig&#8217;s <em><strong>Discarded Heroes<\/strong><\/em> series. Although this novel could stand on its own, reading the previous installments of the series provides the reader with details that enhance its understanding and enjoyment.<\/p>\n<p>After a vicious and potentially deadly attack by an unknown adversary, the Nightshade team is scattered worldwide and each member is fighting for his life. Griffin Riddell, imprisoned for a murder he didn&#8217;t commit, is extracted from his maximum security prison by Kazi, a mercenary hired to bring the team back together. Although forced to work together for the same cause, their past life experience makes trust a near impossibility. With time running out, will they manage to complete their mission before it is too late?<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Firethorn by Ronie Kendig\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1602607850\">Firethorn<\/a> moves from one action packed scene to another in breath taking succession. Multiple characters and scenarios form a wide web that finally comes together for a surprising and volatile ending. At times the plot contained highly emotional scenes that brought me to tears more than once. In order to avoid spoilers, all I have left to say is &#8220;Good job, Ronie!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Be sure to pick up a copy of\u00a0<a title=\"Firethorn by Ronie Kendig\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1602607850\">Firethorn<\/a> soon and if you haven&#8217;t read the rest of the series, you should probably just go ahead and buy all four books to save yourself a trip back to the bookstore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. 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