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Firevein: The Awakening
(Firevein Saga Book 1)
By Hanna Park
(Firevein Saga Book 1)
By Hanna Park
Publication Date: 14th April 2026
Publisher: Baisong Press
Print Length: 246 Pages
Genre: Fantasy Romance
I went to Røros for a wedding—not to fall for a man
who looked at me like he had already mourned me once.
From the first moment Rurik touched me, something beneath my skin burned. Every kiss felt inevitable. Every glance pressed at the edge of memory. He says I’ve lived before, that I’ve died before, that he has loved me through it all. I don’t remember him—but the mountain does.
The tunnels beneath Røros hum when I pass. Runes flare in the stone. The deeper I fall into his arms, the more something inside me begins to awaken—hot, wild, and impossible to ignore. I was never meant to survive what should have killed me. Now something ancient is stirring, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s because I did.
I have buried Cristabel in every lifetime—though she has worn different names.
Across centuries, I have found her and lost her to the curse my bloodline was sworn to guard. She was never meant to live this time—but she did. Now the fire in her veins is awakening too soon. The balance beneath the mountain is shifting, and the oath I have carried for generations is beginning to fracture.
I waited lifetimes to hold her again. This time, I will not let her go—even if saving her means unleashing what should have remained buried.
A steamy Nordic fantasy romance of reincarnation, fate, and fire.
Triggers: Female cancer survivor. Steamy open-door scenes.
Book Rating:
📚📚📚📚📚⭐ = A book in a million
📚📚📚📚📚 = I could not put this book down. I Highly Recommend it.
📚📚📚📚 = A really great read.
📚📚📚 = It was enjoyable.
📚📚 = It was okay.
📚 = Um...! 😕
My Review
Firevein: The Awakening
📚📚📚📚 = A really great read.
Reading Firevein: The Awakening felt a bit like stepping into deep snow at night — beautiful, quiet, slightly disorientating, and impossible to leave untouched afterwards.
The story begins simply enough with Cristabel Johnson travelling to Norway for her friend’s wedding, but the second Rurik enters the picture, the whole atmosphere changes. Not dramatically at first. More like the feeling that the air has shifted and everyone else noticed before you did.
What I liked was that the book never really hurries to explain itself. It lets things feel odd. Conversations linger strangely, memories surface without warning, and certain moments feel more like recognition than attraction. There’s a constant sense that Cristabel has wandered into something already in motion.
I ended up warming to her far more than I expected. She hides discomfort behind jokes and endless talking, but little pieces of sadness keep slipping through, especially once the book touches on her illness and the aftermath of it. Some of those quieter moments hit harder than the dramatic scenes did.
This is definitely a very spicy book, though. Once the relationship takes off, it absolutely commits to it. But strangely, even the more explicit scenes carry quite a lot of emotion underneath them. It never felt cold or purely physical to me. There’s longing in it. Relief too.
The folklore side was probably my favourite part overall. I loved the feeling that the town itself was keeping secrets, and the gradual understanding that not everyone walking around in this snowy little world is fully human. By the end, the line between myth and reality barely exists anymore.
A little confusing in places? Yes. Especially during a couple of the more surreal transitions. But honestly, I think the book works better when you stop trying to analyse every detail and just let it pull you along with it.
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Hanna Park
I began my writing career in the pre-dawn of a winter morning while my husband snored like a train. We could call my husband the catalyst. If it weren’t for him, I would never have gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, feed the cat, and sit on the loveseat in front of the fire. It was there, in those moments of wondrous quiet, that I did something I had never thought possible. I opened my laptop, and while the coffee went cold, I wrote a story. My husband had no idea that these sojourns to the loveseat in front of the fire would become a daily occurrence, that writing would become an obsession, but the cat knew. She knows everything.
I write stories that make you laugh, make you cry, and make you love. Thank you, friends, for reading!
In the beginning, there was an empty page.
I am a writer who lives in Muskoka, Canada, with a husband who snores, a hungry cat, and an almost perfect canine––he’s an adorable little shit.
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