Miriam and Xander’s halcyon days of rest along the shores of Beriadan Lake in Alexandria come to a quick end when the pleas of another dragon lord lead them to the blackened Heavy Mountains. Lord Herod demands their attentions on a pressing matter, and what they find is a pot of trouble boiling over with ancient blood feuds, uneasy alliances, and old stories of treacherous Maidens.
Trouble comes along the winds of a storm, and Miriam finds herself in the middle of it. Now she must prove her innocence against a hefty charge, or face the fatal consequences. The trail leads them to the Coven Caves where witches cast more than their shadows on the walls. One life-attempt after another shows they’re on the right trail, but only if they can stay one step ahead of their mysterious foes. Otherwise, the mountains will be their final adventure.
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
“Pull, My Lady, pull!”
“I’m pulling! I’m pulling!”
“You nearly have it, Miriam!”
“Give me some room!” I snapped.
There I was on the deck of the royal ship in the middle of the lake. It was three weeks after our adventures in the labyrinth, and I was taking some time to learn the intricacies of the cuisine. Behind me were Magnus and Darda, and in front of me was the wide expanse of waters. I held a fishing pole in my hands and determination on my face.
Magnus and Darda stepped back. I yanked back the fishing pole and spun another few feet of horse-hair line around the hook at the base of the wooden stick. The stick bent over the railing and brushed the waves that rocked the ship. A silver fish broke the surface and sailed over the waves before it splashed back into the water. I gritted my teeth and gave a hard pull of the rod with both hands.
The fish flew out of the water and landed with a hard slap onto the deck of the ship. It flopped about before Magnus threw a net over the flopping behemoth. Its large silver belly shimmered in the warm afternoon sun.
Magnus stepped up and grinned over my prey. “A nice one, My Lady. A good two pygme, if Ah’m not a daktylos off. The god of the lake smiles on you.”
I blinked at him before I looked to Darda. “Is that good?”
She smiled and nodded. “The measurement is nearly equal to thirty inches.”
I straightened and grinned. “That’s good enough for me.”
Magnus nodded. “Aye, tis a good fish. My Lord and ya will eat well tonight.”