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FLIGHT FROM DEATH — Book 1 of the Fly By Night Series (a spinoff of Otherworld)Release date: July 7th, 2015. Available for Preorder! If you want an autographed copy, preorder from Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Preorders help authors out SO much!
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Closing my eyes, I could see the huge expanse of water. The roll of the waves, the pull of the currents. The spray of salt water and brine . . .
I drifted in memories of immersing myself so deep in the water that the light disappeared and all that I could see were the bioluminescent shrimp and jellies and other creatures so strange that no human had ever before seen them. The pressure of the depths was incredible—like the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. But blue dragons were built to handle it—at least in our natural form. The water, the depths, were an integral part to our lives. With a sudden pang, I realized how thirsty I was to dive deep again, to go swirling in the mad dance of waves and whales and dolphins that always came out to play. It had been far too long.
“Shimmer . . . Shimmer?” Stacy’s voice echoed through my thoughts, and I shook myself out of the memories. “Where did you just go, sugar? You were really out there somewhere.”
I blinked, glancing at the clock on the wall. It had been almost five minutes. “Sorry . . . I guess I really do need to be in the water. While I’m up there, I’ll spend some time during the early morning out in the depths.” I caught my breath, missing the oceans of the Dragon Reaches.
She poked at her chicken thigh. “Tell me what it’s like. Tell me about your home. I can see it in your eyes, Shimmer. I can see how much you miss it.” Glancing up, she smiled softly.
“You really want to hear?” I hadn’t spoken to anybody about my home since I’d been here, no more than to say I came from the Dragon Reaches.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to hear.” She cocked her head to the side. “I don’t know much about the Dragonkin, so take it slow.”
I wasn’t used to this—I wasn’t used to trusting people. I didn’t even know if what I felt was trust, but Stacy was safe. I knew that on a gut level. I could feel it emanating from her, in her words, her manner, the smile in her eyes. “The Dragon Reaches are at the top of the world. They’re among the highest climes. We live where the air is thin, and the clouds roll below the tall peaks. It’s always cold there—at least for humans it would be.”
She slid her plate onto the coffee table, sitting up. “Like Everest?”
I pulled off my boots and tossed them to the side, then sat cross-legged on the sofa. “Not exactly. There are lakes and marshes up there, rocky crags, and oceans. My kind live in the water, most of the time. We make our dreyeries there.”
Stacy frowned. “What’s a dreyerie?”
“A dragon nest. Like a lair. Dreyeries are our homes. Silvers, whites, gold dragons—they mostly live in the tall peaks. Red dragons live in the lower elevations, where it’s warmer. Shadow dragons live in the Netherworld—they’re also known as black dragons. Green dragons live in the temperate areas . . . and we blue dragons? We live in the oceans.” I watched her closely.
She frowned. “You don’t intermingle much, do you? I get the feeling . . .”
I shook my head. “You’re right. There’s a strong caste system among my kind. Silver dragons are at the top of the food chain, and then gold. Silver dragons rule the Dragon Reaches. If you’re half-breed, you belong to the higher class of your parentage. What matters most is your lineage. You cannot escape your family heritage. You can marry out of it, but you can’t leave it behind.” I stopped as a wave of anger welled up to catch me by surprise. I hadn’t felt this upset since I’d come Earthside, and now the emotion was an unwelcome visitor.