Dragon's Call

<p><strong>After her Celtic kin proved too big a bunch of bastards to bother with Rowan sought solace among witches.</strong></p><p><strong>The first book in a magic-laced fast-paced fantasy trilogy. With dragons.</strong></p><p>After the Breaking not much was left. I assumed it was a case of magic gone bad—until I discovered my goddess mother had broken the world. She didn’t like it that I’d turned my back on the pantheon. My long tenure among witches rubbed salt into the wound.</p><p>After a confrontation where Mommy Dearest fessed up—and lacked the decency to bat an eyelash about the widespread destruction she’d caused—I was digesting what to do next when a dragon showed up.</p><p>Yes. A dragon.</p><p>The beast didn’t talk with me or anything but it flew overhead wreaking havoc on a goblin horde. Witches are old souls with kind hearts but they’re not particularly strong magically so I was grateful for the help.</p><p>And suspicious as hell. Why a dragon? Why here and why now? More importantly why was he—she?—helping me? Part of me didn’t want to know and another part was certain I’d find out anyway.</p>