Title: SHRIVING FIRE
Word Count: 86,000
Jalana's discovery places her squarely in the middle of a supernatural war as she works with Nick to streamline what had been thought to be impossible—crossing between dimensions without a waypoint. That is, until she stumbles on a kidnapping and watches her own work used to rip a child away from any hope of rescue.
Now Jalana is scrambling to fix her mistakes and stop the enslavement of humans. But to do this, she must team up with Takat, a dragon who already tried to kill her once. Takat soon shatters her misconceptions and she finds herself falling for him. However, nothing is going to stop Jalana from fighting the slavers.
And in war, there are casualties.
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Fire raged in front of me as my fingers danced over the input terminal pulling wisps of color into twisting tendrils. I paused trying to figure out the best way to integrate the flames over the landscape but finally pushed it to the side deciding that it would better fit the bird that was drifting in the sky. I muttered about how much work it would take to turn the tiny form into something majestic enough for the flames but luckily there was no one there to hear me talking to myself, again. I cupped my hands around the flames and the display form shimmered ever so slightly as my fingers passed through it. It looked so real that I could almost feel my hands beginning to warm up when an awful noise broke me out of my reverie.
Jerking to the side, I realized that it was my phone. As I scrambled towards the bedroom, where the perpetrator had last been seen, I saw colors misting off my hands towards the open window. Looking back at my computer in confusion I gasped realizing too late that I had never saved my picture. The screen was blank. I was still blasting obscenities in its general direction as I picked up the phone and heard a bemused “Is this a bad time, Jalana?”
“No,” I sighed, “your timing is fine. I somehow managed to magically delete what I'd been drawing and I'm pretty sure that it's gone for good.”