Title: SHADOW’S RETURN
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 110,000
Like most teenage girls, seventeen-year-old Serka Shadowwing wishes for a normal life, but being a dragon hated by your own kind makes that fairly impossible. Despite her own issues, the war between the mythological races has reached a boiling point, not to mention that the pride seems oblivious to their own looming destruction.
Determined to find answers and a way of somehow rectifying her mistakes, Serka takes up detective work and meets with unlikely allies and unfortunate foes, including a jazz-loving rogue and a haunting presence from her past. Serka discovers she plays a role far greater than ever imagined, but learning all the secrets involves deceit, retribution, and the choice of saving a world she no longer wants to be a part of.
Worse yet: There’s figuring out her feelings for Callan, and it doesn’t help that “love” is as foreign a concept as “world peace.”
This could go two ways: live or die.
Right now, I’d take death.
The pain came first. Pain. Such a stupid word, created by ignorant, naïve fools who knew nothing of true agony. I slumped against the wall, swallowing a scream. My skin prickled, a million stabbing needles, the sensation crystallizing into an acute burn. My muscles writhed and convulsed. This isn’t happening. Denying the truth—that’s the way. Despite the beauty and avoidance of voluntary delusion, this was happening.
So soon. Now. I needed to Change.
But this was just another thing out of my control.
My mental barriers shattered, and I was no longer alone in my thoughts. I sensed the training room’s occupants, their attention focused on the master sparring against today’s first victim.
Serka? You all right?
Don’t bother me, Rekki. I struggled for coherency. Just—please. Don’t.
I didn’t want concern or help, not from anyone, and not from Rekki, who somehow still considered herself the only friend of the hated submissive. Me.
Fireworks exploded in my head in a full sensory onslaught. Everything went mercifully black, but I didn’t pass out. No such luck. My sight returned, but in the other, unfortunate, why-did-it-have-to-happen-now way, shifting and warping with the sensation of suddenly falling.
As the colors floated around me, rainbow currents, pain slammed me again. I couldn’t tell if I’d really lost consciousness this time or not. I hovered between real and unreal, surrounded by endless nothing. Except her.
She wanted out.