Hunted by the Magikas, Amel seeks refuge on a secluded island with her beloved dragon and an injured friend. But when she meets the Prince of Baojang there, she realizes she can't stay in hiding. Someone needs to warn the Dominion of the plotted treachery she’s sure he’s a part of - and quickly before her friend Savette is married off to the Dark Prince.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / EpicToday (July 19, 2018)
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I cracked a crusted eyelid open and looked up at the golden dawn. The breeze whipped my hair around my face but I was warm and safe cuddled up beside Raolcan.
Good. You’re awake.
I stretched and tried to sit up but something heavy was on my lap. Leng sprawled against me, asleep or passed out – I didn’t know which. I’d managed to get some of the medicine down him when we landed which wasn’t actually all that long ago. Maybe a few hours at most. I’d washed his sweat-soaked face with water from my flask and bundled him up in our blankets. He was sleeping beside me and we were both tucked in between Raolcan and Ahlskibi. I would have set up something for him on his own, but I was so tired and desperate when we’d landed that I’d just settled him as best as I could and then laid my head on Raolcan for “only a moment” that turned into hours.
We would have woken you, but we weren’t sure if you could do anything about it.
About what? I ran my hands through my hair and tried to collect myself. Where were we? We’d flown from the campsite with fireballs flying through the air behind us and soared off into the sky. I could remember hours of flying, stiff and afraid and clinging to Leng: worried he was dying as we flew, worried that we were being followed, worried that we were lost.
We weren’t lost.
