Haunted by dreams of a lover who takes the form of a mythical dragon, Eileen Grosvenor searches for the truth. She never expects to find a real dragon shape shifter, let alone one who awakens her passion and ignites memories of her own forgotten past.
Erik Sorensson is focused on leading the Pyr to triumph over the Slayers, even if it costs him his life. When an ancient relic that can turn the tide of the battle reveals itself, Erik knows he has to retrieve it from Eileen’s possession. But when he tries to do so, he’s shocked by an incredible firestorm that compels him to confront the truth about Eileen’s identity. Her presence reminds him of mistakes he’s determined not to repeat, and Erik is forced to make a choice: duty or love.
Only by unlocking the secrets of the past can Erik and Eileen fulfill the final prophecy of the Pyr. Can they face their deepest fears and claim their destined love in time to defeat the Slayers?Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal / Shifters
This is the third book in my Dragonfire novel series. Please don't offer for it until the first two books in the series have been translated. Thank you!
The Pyr gathered at Erik’s lair for the eclipse.
Erik’s lair was in a warehouse that had been partly converted to lofts. It was large and industrial and in a lousy part of town. Rafferty wondered who would see the high circle of dragons on the roof of the building and what they would make of the scene. The idea made him smile.
As usual, Rafferty was hopeful that, this time, the firestorm would be his. He was older and he had waited longer, though even his legendary patience was thinning. The Great Wyvern had a plan for each of them; Rafferty believed that with all his heart.
So he would wait his turn as well as he could.
The company stood on the roof, watching the moon slip into the earth’s shadow. It took on the hue of blood, casting the earth in surreal light.
“Quickly,” Erik said with more than his usual impatience. “The full eclipse will last less than half an hour this time.”
Rafferty understood Erik’s concern. This was the third of the full eclipses, three in a row before the final battle between Pyr and Slayer. After this eclipse, the die would be cast and the battle for ascendancy over the planet’s fate would begin in earnest.
Rafferty wasn’t precisely sure how that would manifest, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. He knew enough about old prophecies to respect them, even when they were ominous and enigmatic.
Especially when they were ominous and enigmatic.
Once on the roof, the Pyr shifted shape in unison.
Translation in progress. Translated by Rodrigo Peixoto
Already translated. Translated by Majo Dominguez