Dragon's Call: Dystopian Fantasy: 1 (Dragon Heir)

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