I specialize in ghost writing. I can take your thoughts and turn them into something that will draw the reader in. I prefer doing fiction writing, but i can also do non-fiction. Cian carefully waded into the shallows of the slow moving creek. This was the first time he was getting wet since he discovered he was a Fire user. So it was with some apprehension that he was sinking into the water up to his waist. So far so good. He’d already learned that his powers came with a price – all magic came with a price. He knew that his body would always be warmer than others’, but he’d also learned that his power had limits. He’d almost killed himself a few weeks ago by using too much fire without a source to take it from except his own body. He’d grown so cold, so fast. He and Rhoder had to make camp in a deep cave so they wouldn't be discovered while Cian recovered. They’d made small fires for an hour at a time, just enough for Cian to absorb some of the warmth from the small flames to replenish his powers a little at a time. Cian’s thoughts were brought back from that excruciating experience by the voice of his caretaker and closest friend, Rhoder Vaughn. “I’m going to scout the area and find more fire wood. Maybe I’ll spot a rabbit and we’ll actually have a warm meal tonight.” Cian waved a hand back at him so Rhoder would know he’d heard. returning to his bath Cian felt his body cooling a bit, but it was nothing like the icy fingers of death he’d felt before. So he continued a bit deeper into the clear waters and sank down until his head was below the surface. When he came back up, wiping the water from his face and pushing his wet hair from his eyes, Cian tensed. Had that been a twig snapping? The rustle of a bush by the bank of the creek? Cian turned, looking for the source. “Rhoder? I’m not in the mood to play games.” There was no answer. Cian’s gaze went to the fallen log h