Dragon Mage Chronicles by Aimee Easterling

Author:Aimee Easterling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dragon, dragon shifter, paranormal, paranormal fantasy, paranormal romance, airship, steampunk, pirate, witch, mage, urban fantasy series, standalone romance
Publisher: Wetknee Books
Published: 2017-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

ALL BREATH WENT OUT of Amber in an instant and she sunk down onto her haunches in defeat. Then, despite her best intentions not to look upwards for the thousandth time that day, she tilted chin aloft in hopes the answer might come flying out of the endless blue.

But there was nothing in the sky, not even a bird or a butterfly. Just a few fluffy clouds off to the west, the sun directly overhead, and a haze of humidity along the southern horizon.

In the end, Electra was the one to answer her silent plea for help. In less than twenty-four hours, the plant had developed a new kind of stem, slender and twining and lacking the jagged spikes that had ravaged Amber’s skin on their first introduction. Now, one of those softer branches curled around her mistress’s waist consolingly while another danced featherlight across her cheek.

You want to speak with the Green? The words bubbled up through the soles of Amber’s feet, danced down her nerve endings, entered her brain via electrical impulses that flowed directly from plant to witch.

“That would be nice. But apparently the Green isn’t listening.”

And Zane wasn’t coming. Amber had spent the entire day telling herself that her dragon was around the next corner, that he’d show up as soon as he’d completed his mission. But dragons were speedy fliers and Zane had enjoyed over a full day at this point in which to make his round-trip journey.

If he planned to find me, he would have been here by now. A lone tear trickled down her cheek and Amber dashed the moisture away.

Then, between one moment and the next, visions flowed into her mind. Images of Jasmine carrying a sack of possessions into the cottage that had been built by Momma’s and Poppa’s bare hands. Of Charlie helping his sister drag a crate of food and supplies across Green-saturated soil to the open door.

The siblings were laughing, joking. Jasmine pushed her big brother and he pretended to fall, a kudzu vine cradling his descent courtesy of his sister’s lightning-fast change of heart.

Then Jasmine paused and turned to look directly into Amber’s eyes. “Are you there?” the child whispered or yelled or sang or said. Amber couldn’t actually hear the words, but she could feel the question rolling down the length of the Green, passing through Electra’s willing conduit, and trickling into her own brain milliseconds later.

Sure enough, when Amber blinked away welling tears and looked out with her real eyes, she took in a sight that would have seemed impossible only a few hours earlier. Electra and a honeysuckle vine were communing along the boundary of their two kingdoms, the plants tenaciously twining around each other even as the rest of the Green attempted to rip them apart.

“I’m here,” Amber answered. “I...” She paused, her voice choking as she finally admitted out loud what she’d known in her heart ever since waking in Electra’s embrace. Accepting the inevitable, she spoke directly to her apprentice, to her new floral protector, and to the Green.

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