I only managed to write for 2 days this week. The picture is hard to see, but I bruised my shoulder and elbow. It’s an icky green from the elbow bone and going to my wrist! I was crossing a street at night, on a hill and hit a patch of ice. Landed on my right shoulder, elbow and hip. Wrenched my back and my neck.

Soooo… I can only type for short periods of time without my arm aching. I about scream if I hit my elbow. It sure puts a kink in my writing! I’ve been editing A Dragon’s Treasure and I can’t really use my dragon (a talk to text program) for that. Since my resolution was to write at least 3 days a week, I obviously can’t get much done!

Nothing was broken, but bruised all to heck!

Here’s a peek at the beginning of A Dragon’s Treasure. I can’t guarantee that it won’t change! I changed it a half a dozen times so far! So, here is the current version:

Kai was so tired. A dragon’s most desired treasure was his mate. Kai shifted, stirring the treasures he’d collected around him. He was still waiting for his. The musical tinkle of the shifting coins beneath him echoing throughout the chamber. He sighed. Just a hint of smoke came with it.

Long before the settles arrived here, Kai had established his lair in the rich and verdant land that called to his soul. Rich in coal and gold, it had called to his dragon, enticing him. Kai rumbled, his gut churning. He shot out flames, relieving the ache in his stomach. They licked the walls, adding to the shine. His flame over the centuries had formed the walls surrounding his hoard into diamonds. It didn’t stop the longing in his soul.

Kai scratched at the gold beneath him, his claws digging in. Tension filled him. Normally burrowing into his gold helped. Today? Not so much.

Kai had been alone for longer than he cared to think about. Too long. He needed a mate. He ached to find her, love her. He knew she would come here. He didn’t know how or why, but Kai was sure of this. He’d travelled extensively, but what dragon hasn’t? It used to be move on or be killed. Those days were long past once shifters started coming out.

Dragons were eyed warily when they finally stepped out of the realms of legend. The last group of shifters to make themselves known to man. Too many shifters had been exterminated when they disclosed their existence. Dragons had lived too long to not be wary of man. Unlike most shifters, rumors of dragons had existed since man began to walk. Little did they realize Dragons walked among them.

Kai’s heart ached. He’d lost his parents more than two centuries past. Superstition and hate were a powerful motive. Bounties on the lives of dragons, sent fool hardy hunters after them. His mother had been caught unaware, pierced through the heart by a crossbow.

His father had gone berserk. His revenge against the hunters bloody. Kai burrowed deeper into his pile, anger gripping him. His father had been paraded around the village, head hacked from his body and displayed on a pike. He breathed deep, releasing a stream of steam that rose from between the coins. He ground his teeth, remembering.

He missed them.

Kai and his siblings had eradicated the village. He rumbled, eyes gleaming. The satisfaction of seeing his parent’s murderers plead for mercy was a balm to his soul. The blood had flowed, their bodies torn apart. Kai swallowed, the metallic taste of their blood one he wouldn’t forget. The repercussions had torn the siblings apart. Forced to flee and separate to save themselves, Kai had rarely seen them since.