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THE CHRISTMAS DRAGON
The box jumped. Boxes are not supposed to jump. It’s a law somewhere, I think. Maybe Guyana. Apparently not in New Hampshire, because the box kept jumping.
All Katie Lin wants is to get away from her family: from the magic, from the mayhem, and from the never-ending war.
The tiny fire hazard inside may just force her back to Wales – and right into the path of a dragon war, the Crow King, and at least one reluctant elf prince. Sometimes, running away just doesn’t work as planned.
My music made a lovely magic. It was tiny magic, sure, but effective: it thickened the air and deepened the candles’ warm light, caressed the listener like intimate fingertips and teased sleeping nerve-endings toward a gently quivering wakefulness.
Go, me. I made it all happen.
Need help? You probably shouldn’t ask Grey.
He’s a runaway Fey prince in New York City. He feeds on love like some kind of vampire. He really doesn’t like people.
Then a monster hunts him down in late-night Manhattan, ruins his vacation, and forces him into the fight of his life.
He’s marked, and monsters are coming for him. Grey had no plans to be a hero, but that doesn’t matter. Sometimes, no matter what you do, you aren’t the one pulling the strings
This kind of pub is always gloomy, you know? It’s like the owners are inviting chicanery. Might as well hang a sign on the door that says dark deeds welcomed here.
Whatever. I won’t be here long. Bran is easy to spot thanks to the light in his hands.
Katie ran from the magical world years ago. She never planned on being dragged back in by a prophesying clamshell.
The seers believe she alone can prevent an apocalypse of ruined time and broken worlds. Bran the Crow King believes she can save him from his cannibalistic grandfather.
Katie believes they’re all nuts.
One thing is for certain: she’s not waiting around for help. Operation Katie Saves her Own Damn Self is officially on.
The world I know is flooded. You don’t go in the water. You don’t touch it. If you do, it will get you, drag you down, and you’re gone.
Harry Iskinder knows the rules. Don’t touch the water, or it will pull you under. Conserve food, because there’s no arable land. Use Sundered slaves gently, or they die too quickly to be worthwhile.
With extinction on the horizon and a world lost to deadly flood, Harry searches for a cure: the Hope of Humanity, the mysterious artifact that gave humans control over the Sundered centuries ago. According to legend, the Hope can fix the planet.
But the Hope holds more secrets than Harry knows. Powerful Sundered Ones willingly bow to him just to get near it. Ambitious enemies pursue him, sure that the Hope is a weapon. Friends turn their backs, afraid Harry will choose wrong.
And Harry has a choice to make. The time for sharing the Earth is done. Either the Sundered survive and humanity ends, or humanity lives for a while, but the Sundered are wiped out.
He never wanted this choice. He still has to make it. In his broken, flooded world, Hope comes with a price.