The ocean breeze calls Miriam and her band of friends to a new adventure as they arrive at Cayden’s summer home along a bright blue bay. Unfortunately, the only thing peaceful is the waters as news of marauders reaches them. They become the news when the pirates arrive at the shores of the calm bay. They bring with them a powerful weapon against dragons that leaves more than one hero a victim of its potent attack.
A diplomatic envoy is gathered, and Miriam won’t be left behind. Their mission takes them to an island far out in the ocean where she makes a new friend, and a new enemy. As they navigate the tense politics of the island she hears tales of an ancient god of water, one who may be able to tell her about her past, and where her future lies.
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
I lifted my chin in the air and closed my eyes. The sweet smell of salt air hit my nostrils and tingled my senses. I wrinkled my nose and let out a soft sneeze.
“Find peace,” Xander spoke up.
I glanced to my left where my dragon lord rode beside me. Behind us was a short caravan of guards and Captain Spiros. The scenery around us was one of green beauty. Well-spaced trees cooled us with their branches and soft tufts of grass eased the trot of our horses as we traveled along a flat, wide trail. Sunlight lit up patches of the forest, and here and there hung thick vines. A few birds sat in the branches and sang their cooing songs to us.
I arched an eyebrow at Xander. “I might be able to find peace here, but these bugs have got to go.” I winced and slapped my neck. A miss.
He smiled. “It is an old phrase that blesses you and keeps the demons from inhabiting the space just vacated by your sneeze.”
My eyes widened. “Ooh, right. Like saying ‘gesundheit.’”
It was his turn to give me a blank expression. “I do not know that phrase. Is it from a different language than your own?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s German.”
“And that is not your own?” he wondered.
I shook my head. “No. I speak English.” I paused and furrowed my brow. “Now that I think of it, everyone in this world seems to speak my language.”
Xander nodded. “Yes. The Portal has granted us constant communication to your world. Where the sus have lacked in their transference of culture, the Maidens have provided.”
“What do the Maidens have to do with language?” I asked him.
Spiros eased up along my right side. “The Maidens, though captured like slaves, have always been held in high esteem by the nobility. They in turn have mimicked the Maidens’ language, and that was then passed down to the people.”
“Huh. Language is a funny thing,” I commented. A sharp pain in my neck made me wince and slap the spot. A soft ‘splat’ noise told me I was successful. I drew my hand away and stuck out my tongue when I saw the sticky substance of bug goop on my palm. I wiped the muck on my jeans and glanced at Xander. “You know what’s not funny is all these bugs. Are we almost out of this sweltering jungle?”
Xander stood on his stirrups and looked ahead of us without stopping. A small smile curled onto his lips. “I believe your wish has been granted.”