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Having found the Board of Fire, Jenna and Simon hurry to decipher the clues that will lead them to the Board of Earth—and mastery over the very land itself. But on their way to locate the tomb of a mythical English hero, while fending off shadowy new attackers who want the Boards for themselves, an offer of help comes from a surprising source.

From the searing desert of the Middle East, Jenna and Simon travel to the ancient city of Pompeii, following the clues to the hiding place of the Board of Fire—also known as the Board of the Flames. But Peraud is hot on their trail, and is more determined than ever to claim the two Boards that the Keeper already possesses. Jenna must also contend with her growing attraction to Simon, who is torn by his desire for her—and his sacred duty to the Church.

Having mastered the power of the Board of Air, Jenna travels to Jerusalem to find the Board of Water. She is accompanied by Simon Monk, who seeks the Boards on behalf of the Vatican. Jenna doesn’t trust Simon, but he’s her only source of information about the Boards. In Jerusalem, Jenna meets Saduj, a local guide who claims he can help them find the Board they seek. Simon is suspicious, but Jenna finds herself strangely attracted to Saduj. Jenna must find the Board before it awakens and causes unimaginable destruction.

After the death of her grandfather, 19-year-old Jenna Solitaire finds an ancient wooden board hidden away in the attic of his house. Scorched by fire and covered in mysterious symbols, the board fascinates her and scares her at the same time. As does Simon Monk, the handsome stranger who has come into her life, claiming to know about the board. Even more frightening is the voice whispering in Jenna's head, calling her "Keeper". Does Jenna have power over the winds, as Simon claims? Is she truly the Daughter of Destiny?

A day so gruesome, the numbers representing it are burned into my head. It was a normal day on the fields, the usual back-breaking job me and my mother had to do. Under the hot Carolina sun, we had to bend down for almost 16 hours a day. Planting or harvesting rice. My mom, Nana Asma’u, was an African; she was kidnapped from her village in Liberia. She told me stories of her village. She was kidnapped at around my age while on a trip to the Limba tribe in Sierra Leone.