Eight-hundred-years-old, Midnight Draconia is
untried leader of the Nature’s Dragons coven.
Already busy dealing with
earthquakes, and three fledgling Dragon Witches who
want to stretch their wings—
now she is forced to search the world for signs of
a male of her species.
Not that she wants one for herself.
But the race of dragon-mortals is within a few
short centuries of extinction.
If the Dragon Witches of her coven die without
daughters to replace them, there won’t be anyone left to
repair and protect
Earth. Midnight has seen a
of what will happen to humans if her coven
can no longer care for the planet.
She believes she
would do anything to prevent this horrific future from
She had no idea of the cost…
“I come from a very long line of strong women.
Hell! That’s an understatement. I can trace my roots to the time
dragons roamed the earth. In fact…I’m related to those dragons.”
The human ritual of
ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust, is one
of the few things dragons
these senseless creatures. The Fade releases a
dragon’s body to ash,
and the dragon inside releases its magic.
Both serve to
replenish the Earth.
A Dragon-Witch belongs at home,
taking care of her family—
providing for the continuation of our species.
Gone are the days when a Dragon Lord
had the luxury of allowing the women
to use their magic for the
protection of useless mortals.
in a letter passed down to his sons.