Legend speaks of a man with dragon wings. Five hundred years ago the man ventured into our world searching for a bride to calm his beastly side, but none could be found. He left a statue of his likeness in the keep of a castle in the hopes that one day his bride would come to him.
Christine wasn’t one to believe in legends, and certainly not on her trip through the wilds of Britain. The tour package her friend picked out for them brought them to the castle where the three figures stood, encased in stone, according to the silly superstition. Superstition, however, couldn’t explain the strange attraction she felt toward the handsome features of the legendary statue. Those stone eyes seemed to beckon to her, calling her to him with a force she couldn’t deny, and which she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
A haunting dream and a single touch, and she’s transported into a new world and a new life. Fear grips her heart as she finds herself under the power of the dusk dragon, but there’s something in his eyes that beckons to her, pleads with her. Can she overcome her terror, or will the coming darkness swallow both of them?