gates to Tarragon are open once more, fulfilling age-old prophecy. However,
Anwen’s journey is far from over. The dragons still sleep and she has no clue
how to wake them. Forced to retreat from the Mountain, she and her newfound
friends must devise a new plan to wake the inhabitants of Tarragon.
Meanwhile, the Mage Circle, a group of dragon
mages with a vendetta, is camped outside the Gates. Calling on allies of their
own, they will stop at nothing to gain control of the Dragon City and all who
To complicate matters even more, Anwen’s mother
has joined the party. But even with the help of all her friends, can Anwen
overcome the ordeals set before her or will this spell the end of the dragons
and the world as we know it?
teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.
A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie
received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of
Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the
American Night Writers Association.
Karlie is interested in all things magical and
mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien
and J.K. Rowling.
When not writing, Karlie can often be found
drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time
with her family.
She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her
husband and a cat named Kally
Anwen moved to stand, arms down at her sides as she stared ahead, ignoring his reaching hand. “I can see the trees,” she continued. “And the particles that make them. They're the same. The same as the ones that make up you and me. Like small planets circling miniature suns. I can see the smallest details.” Her eyes widened in awe. “It’s beautiful.”
Tyler stepped forward to stand beside her. Sometimes the plant had allowed such vision, but the cost was usually high. More than a handful with similar sight had gone blind from the experience. That was why it was better for mortals to “hear” everything rather than see it. He only hoped there would be no such resulting repercussions in this instance.
Concentrating, Tyler tried to reach out to the part of his soul that resided within hers. His soul gaze was met with an aura of brilliant golden light, entwined with hints of red and blue. Silver flashed throughout, like a protective cage made of lightning. It seemed to dare anyone to try and displace it.
Anwen turned towards Tyler. The morning sunlight glinted off her auburn hair like little sparks of fire. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, her lips meeting his. Both their hearts thumped like drums in perfect harmony. Despite that, Tyler stood frozen in shock. The kiss was brief but oh so sweet as she pulled away. “You taste like summer,” she observed with a wistful sigh.
Tyler felt rooted to the ground, his eyes wide at her rather unexpected advance. “Um,” he managed, looking at her. “Thank you?” Her eyes had returned to their normal coloring, he noticed. That was a good sign. Perhaps she wouldn’t go blind after all.