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A blast of wind flicked hair from my face. Long toes wrapped around my waist, claws prickling through fur and clothing as I was snatched from the ground. The dragon lifted me high into the grey skies above Llundain. Of the many words going through my head, Oh, bother, was the only one worthy of a priest. When I’d discovered the existence of Daear, Earth’s magical parallel world, I thought all of my dreams had come true. Riding the handsome dragon, Raven, arguing with my gryphon Associate, Morey, and raising Clyde, a mischievous snail shark, lessen the monotony of my life as the priest ...

Fianna has been crowned as Keeper of the Dragon Throne. But the Queen faces many challenges both within and outside the Fourth Kingdom. Some of her own knights still hold her four year absence from the royal court against her. The Prancer serves her willingly as Queen’s Champion, but only because he is unaware of the secret she is keeping from him. The dragons have not forgiven her for refusing to sacrifice the unicorn. And she finds herself torn between Deian, the pig herder she had known during her exile, and Jeremy, her squire. Fianna searches for the third part of the Summoning Ring, ...

Michael swallowed. His father, screaming. His mother, her mouth open, eyes glazed, as he panicked and power swirled around her too. “Then you know.” “I don’t know exactly what you’ve done,” the dragon corrected. “I know darkness. I can sense it. Jonathon ignores darkness, because he has no fear of it.” “Why not?” “That is for him to tell you. Even as it is for you to tell him what you have done.” In a gentler tone, the dragon added, “Jonathon has looked into many a dark place for others. That’s his job. Yours would not frighten him.” There’s something ...

Bishop Nigel smiled at me. ‘Holy water doesn’t harm vampires. Which is just as well, as it would make it impossible to baptise them.’ When I was asked by a dragon to give him the last rites, I never dreamed it would lead to negotiating with his cannibalistic family or running from snail sharks. Life as the priest of a small English village is quite tame in comparison. At least I have Morey, a gryphon with sarcasm management issues, to help me. And if all else fails, there’s always red wine and single malt whisky. As if my life weren’t complicated enough, a darkly beautiful dragon ...

‘I'm not used to an entire country seeking me out,’ I said slowly. ‘Could you please explain why the Daear equivalent of the United States of America has sent three gryphons over to Lloegyr, what this has to do with bees, and why it’s me that they want?’ God knows my life has been very full the last eighteen months, ever since I stumbled across the magical country of Lloegyr. Living alongside dragons, gryphons, were-wolves, and a snail shark has been both a joy and a challenge. You’d think my friends would understand that red wine is the best medicine after another demanding day...

Raven’s ears flicked. ‘Dragons aren’t known for their patience.’ ‘More is the pity,’ said the unicorn. ‘Father Penny and I were about to amicably settle our differences. A dragon invading our home vastly complicates matters.’ Five months ago my life was changed forever when I learned about Lloegyr, the sister nation to England on the magical parallel world of Daear. Thrilling rides on Raven, a darkly beautiful search dragon, break up the monotony of my life as the priest of a small village church. Nor are things dull at home, not with a sarcastic gryphon, a snail shark, and ...

‘Are you saying,’ Commander Hubbert demanded, ‘that a pack of dinosaurs have our vessel?’ I shrugged. ‘That seems to be the best explanation. The nessies have the submarine.’ Heartbreak. And I thought I’d already had more than my full share. Even the wonders of the magical country of Lloegyr can’t entirely dull the pain. The company of Raven might help, but the dragon has gone to a monastery to fight the influence of the Noble Leader’s spirit. But there’s little time to grieve. A dead merwoman has turned up in a killer whale’s pool. The Archdruid wants me to find a ...

'You are no more than a dragon, created by me.' The Master swept an arm at the many things of power that filled the cavern. 'It is impossible for you to feel anything. Dragons can't feel. Dragons can only rust.' In a fantastic and frightening future world, a dragon of any kind would naturally feel more than a little out of place. Unsure if his existence is a blessing or a curse, Gonard flees the safety of the only home he's known to go on a search for a soul he isn't really sure he has. He is accompanied on his quest by an android-like medtech--with a hidden and perhaps deadly agenda--and ...

Raven changed direction, flying us towards the town. The helicopter followed suit, tracking us from around a hundred feet away. Wind from the whirling rotor blades blew my hair around my face. I flinched as a voice blared through loudspeakers. ‘Enemy combatant, land now!’ The dragon reared into a hover. ‘I’m not your enemy! And I recommend you don’t make me into one!’ The time I’ve spent away from Lloegyr has given me time to make some important decisions, but now I have to face the consequences. Marrying Raven has certainly complicated my relationship with the Church and ...

Why had his mother tried to kill him? What had he done to deserve death? Raven looked up at the sky. Tears trickled from the dragon’s eyes, making the stars and sliver of moon dance and blur. Raven fled from the family longhouse the moment he was born. Wounded both physically and emotionally from his flight, he finds refuge in the company of Audrey, a human whose plane had crashed in an isolated mountain valley. The seasons pass, and Raven grows closer to the woman as he reaches his full size. He hopes and prays that one day he’ll be strong enough to take Audrey to where she most wants ...

The monk bobbed nervously. 'Dom Brocard, there is a dragon in the cathedral.' Sentenced to walk the Changewinds as punishment for his crimes, Gonard leaves the safety of the settlement and submits himself to the irradiated blasts of air which can make even the most intelligent of beings go mad. Seeking shelter from the winds and his own haunted past, the dragon finds his way to a place where his tortured soul and crippled body might at last be healed. But such is not to be, for forces even more powerful than the winds drive Gonard and his companions--the rapidly failing medtech and the ...

‘I’ve been very patient,’ Raven said. ‘No drake will chase a draka who isn’t interested, or not yet ready for him. But you’re no longer attached to Peter, and you chose to remain in this world for my sake. How much longer am I to remain waiting and wondering, paradoxical Penny?’ Raven. The darkly beautiful search dragon has been a constant in my life ever since I first stumbled across the magical country of Lloegyr. Now he demands to know whether we have a future together. But there are other challenges in my life. The humans stranded in Lloegyr need homes and jobs. Clyde is...

‘You have only one part of the Summoning Ring,’ said the dragon to Fianna. ‘And neither the knowledge nor the strength to use it even if it were complete.’ Fianna is the only child of King Stannard and Queen Fiona, and has always expected to become the next Keeper of the Dragon Throne. She exiles herself from the court when her father decides to take a second wife. Recalled to Secondus castle after Stannard’s death, she has to contend with the split loyalties among the royal knights. In desperation, she agrees to summon the dragons to support her claim to the throne. Their ...

‘You’ve never told Clyde?’ Peter asked. ‘About what happened to his mother?’ ‘How can I?’ My pen drew an outline of a shovel on my notepad. ‘I killed her with a gardening tool.’ Life certainly hasn’t been dull since my first visit to Lloegyr, a magical country which parallels England. My household now includes a family of cat-sized gryphons and a hymn-singing snail shark, and I’m visited regularly by Raven, a darkly beautiful dragon. And I enjoy the excitement of planning our wedding day with Peter, my handsome fiancé. But Lloegyr offers danger as well as wonder. My ...

'You will be chosen for the Judas Competition,' Lucifer said confidently. 'And you will win. Trust me, you will win. We'll make sure of it.' The Competition to become the next Judas Disciple is heating up. For Corina, going through a divorce and stuck in a dead end job, it's her chance to finally have a glorious career. She'd be one of the Twelve Disciples that help Jesus to run the Kingdom of God, with the private jet and rich lifestyle of a chief executive. That would show her ex-husband. But why does the Devil himself want her to become the next Judas Disciple?