Okay, so I have no cover, no title, but the book is being written. Too bad these words can’t work for my NaNo project!

However Hark’s book (A Dragon’s Fated Heart book 5) is being written and along with that the beginnings of book six. Yay!

Here is just a peek at what I’ve written. Very rough, it’s my first draft and this may not even make it in the final edits. It’s hard to say. And I’m digging my first AI generated picture, lol. Enjoy the glimpse of Hark and Aella.

A PEEK at Hark and Aella ADFH book 5:

Slapping my tail at Zeru, who came a little too close to me in the deep blue of the lake, I dove deeper. Down, the blue changing to black, while the bowl of the lake crept closer. Spinning, growling, the noise silent in the depths while frustration rode my brain, I screamed out what I’d never show another being.

Throat raw, I slowed my spiraling. The water churned from my loss of control, fish spinning crazily, caught in my dragon sized current. The frantic beat of my heart eased as I regained control. My talons scraped the bottom of the lake, the solid rock giving me something to grab onto. I was the happy go lucky one. The prankster of the family. I shouldn’t be feeling any type of angst.

I bounced against the bottom, clenching tight to the rocky surface beneath to steady my body. Grasping so tight with my talons, the rock was pulverized into sand. With a powerful thrust, I powered upward, streaking past Zeru, all the fish swarming away, and exited into the clear blue sky. Water streamed from my body, droplets exploding everywhere.

Stretching my wings as wide as I could, I banked. Swirling above the lake and the surrounding fields, I felt the warm air instantly dry my scales. A movement in the tall grasses caught my eye. Before I could investigate further, Zeru burst from the water narrowing missing me. The momentary brush of his wings sending me off course.

The warble of joy from Zeru, along with his fierce smile sloughed off the rest of tension I carried.

“Race you.” Zeru flipped in the air and zoomed away.

Not to be outdone, I trumpeted my acceptance, pumped my wings and tore after him. I may be at a disadvantage against an air dragon in the sky, but fire dragons were stubborn as hell and I vowed to do my darndest to beat him.

We continued, flying around each other in an aerial dance, trying to outdo each other on our way to visit my clan.

***

I sprawled out in the grass, my jaw hanging open. Real life dragons, right there in front of me. No one would ever believe me. Like the gods of old, dragons were myths, legends, things to speak of in quiet tones of awe.

They weren’t scales and wings bursting from the water and racing across the sky trumpeting challenges. That’s what it sounded like to me anyway. My eyes followed their path, watching the dance playing out before my eyes. They were creatures of pure joy, bursting with life. Bigger than life, but real. Truly real.

The shade from the trees surrounding the lake hid me from view. For a moment, I thought we had been spotted. The black dragon looked my way, but I was sure I was mistaken. Perhaps I hoped too hard. The second dragon, a blue so incandescent he blended into the sky, caught his notice when he barreled into him from the lake. I stared at the pair, mesmerized, the long grass surrounding my body.

“Aella!”

“Shhh.” My head snapped back toward my sister. Shushing her, I looked back up. The stuff of my fantasies flew higher until they were just a speck in the sky.

“Aella, where are you?” My twin sister Athena stomped through the trees behind me. “Why are you hiding from me?”

I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t trying to hide. Not from her at any rate. From the beasts flying in the sky, yes. And not hiding exactly. I wanted to study them. I wondered if the stories were true. Did the dragons really save mankind back when the apocalypse happened? Did the dragons truly change into men and women? Or were they truly the beasts I saw with my own eyes? I looked back at the sky. They were long gone. This was the closest I’d ever been. I sighed. “I’m right here.” I stood up, brushing off my clothing. Stepping closer toward the water, I dragged the large fishing net behind me. It was time to get on with todays chore.

It’s no where near finished, but I’m working at it. Writing gives me an outlet to grab on to something and silently scream. Whether in anger, frustration, joy or excitement, I try to channel it into words without piercing anyone’s ear drums, lol. Then I have to go back and rewrite again and again, hoping I’ve conveyed my emotions onto the page.