making a strengthening potion with her mother, Elspeth, Sorcha voices her
intention to seek the Heart of Fire. Elspeth worries that Sorcha isn’t as
capable a wizard as she thinks, and doesn’t want Sorcha searching for the Heart.
Leofric is stirring up unrest amongst the dragon community. Sorcha is
afraid Leofric will push the dragons too far, resulting in them wiping humans
from the face of the earth. Elspeth has been trying to convince Leofric to back
away from warring with the dragons. The Heart of Fire is needed to end the war,
and Sorcha is determined to find it—with or without her mother’s
visiting a lagoon that evening, I got my first taste of Ms. Mumford’s ability to
create beautiful visuals. Having read her short story in the Dreams &
Desires anthology, I eagerly pounced on wanting to read Sorcha’s Heart. I would
have taken Glass Magic too, but, having opened my big mouth to Sangria about
liking Ms. Mumford’s style, she got there first.
Apologies for going off
Lagoon: great visuals, and the added line about the smell of seaweed put
me right beside Sorcha. Being a wizard, she sensed company arriving before it
came. In the form of a dragon, who landed at the edge the lagoon. He lets Sorcha
know that he knows that she seeks the Heart, and explains that more
than one witness is needed before the Heart can be claimed.
Great line in this scene, bringing awesome imagery to
mind: He laid his huge head upon his front feet, reminding Sorcha of her
mother’s sleek black tomcat.
‘saw’ huge dragon nostrils, claws the length of human fingers. Large eyes,
glinting with moonlight, all without Ms. Mumford having to describe those
things, all from that one line above. Fantastic.
Sorcha calls to the Heart of Fire, and it comes to her in the form of a
necklace, A fire opal in a filigree setting. This then brought the cover work
for this story to mind, as I saw the necklace on there. I must say this cover
fits the story perfectly.
The dragon demands the Heart of
Fire, fearing that Sorcha will kill his community if she takes it with her. She
slips the chain around her neck and instantly pain assaults her. Her whole body
is wracked with spasms, and she collapses down onto the sand. She awakes to new
sounds, and enlightenment, for she can hear dragons talking—and understands
Realising the price she had to pay for taking the Heart of Fire was to
become a dragon, she frantically searches the human side of her brain for a
spell, any spell to reverse this terrible occurrence. The dragon from the lagoon
is by her side, and he warns her not to try and change what is done. He is more
kindly that when Sorcha first met him, and I loved the way he called her ‘Little
One’. I will confess to melting towards the dragon, named Caedyrn, at this
point. Is it a little weird to admit to falling in love with a big, scaly beast,
complete with triangular pointy tail? You may think me a little odd, but I think
you’ll find if you read this book, you’ll love him too…
Idly wonders if she’ll
call out Caedryrn’s name in her sleep tonight. Husband will wonder what the
devil she’s talking about… Titter.
Caedyrn tenderly (swoon) takes care of Sorcha. On her first ‘flight’ he
is there to ensure she doesn’t fall. This scene is amazing. I actually felt as
though I were Sorcha (I mean, who wouldn’t? If it means flying in the sky with
Caedyrn, then damn it, I’m going to pretend I’m her, right?) and the
exhilaration of being airborne comes across very well here. She says, “I am
Sorcha and I can fly!”. I’m a soppy thing, and this brought tears to my eyes.
The pair then eat, as the transformation into being a dragon and also flying has
sapped Sorcha’s strength.
enjoyed the fact that Sorcha was a dragon yet could think like a human.
Glimpsing her inner thoughts here as she accepts and comes to terms with her new
body is a bonus. I’m not into fantasy usually, but this tale has made me want to
try something else in this genre. I mean, how can a human being changed into a
dragon be plausible? I don’t know, but Debbie Mumford pulls this off
exceptionally well. I am actually amazed that I have been made to believe this
can happen. Astounding talent on Ms. Mumford’s part.
Caedyrn takes Sorcha to his home. A vast Ice Aerie, a cave with many
passages and rooms. This part of the book is fantastic. The description is so
wonderful I felt I was actually in those caves. Sorcha is introduced to the
other dragons. Her emotions are shown well here—insecurity, being a little
scared, excited, unsure. Again, wonderful.
takes a little time for Rex, the head dragon, to accept that Sorcha means the
dragon community no harm. She is told by other females that their first ‘mating’
will soon happen. Females fly up into the air, and a male chases her to claim
her for himself. The bonding between Sorcha and the other females is well done.
It is almost like they are human females having a natter and chatter about the
men they fancy. You tend to forget they are dragons—indeed, so steeped was I in
this tale (or can I say ‘tail’—ooo, makes me think of Caedyrn…) that even
knowing at the back of my mind they are dragons doesn’t seem weird. I can’t
explain it, but you’d understand if you read the book.
Sorcha feels the pull of the ‘flight’ but Rex doesn’t want her to
participate this time round. However, it is Sorcha’s choice if she does so, and
of course, she does. I was so happy (and jealous, mind) that Caedryn caught up
with Sorcha and made her his lifetime partner. And their coupling—ooh la la! How
on EARTH can two dragons having sex be sensual and beautiful? You can’t imagine
it until you actually read this book, but it does indeed come across as a
you tell I am in love with this book yet?
won’t reveal what else happens in Sorcha’s Heart, but just know that the ending
doesn’t disappoint in AT ALL. I’m so very glad that I read this story. It has
opened up a new genre for me that I had previously ignored and secretly scoffed
at as being weird and unreal. To be shown that ‘unreal’ can indeed be made
totally ‘real’ was a pleasure. I am a little reticent though, to try other
fantasy books for fear that none of them will ever match up to this one. They
say your first is always special—and indeed it’s true. My first ‘fantasy’ will,
I think, always remain the best. It will always be Sorcha’s Heart.
WARNING! Fellow reviewers, please be prepared to be
bopped over the head with my boppy instrument if Ms. Mumford submits another
book for review. I WANT IT!
okay…honestly. I’m fine.