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Spirit of the Sea Witch
Keepers of the Stones
Genre: YA fantasy
Publisher: Shifting Sands Publishing
Date of Publication: 1.23.18
Number of pages: Est 400.
Word Count: 100K
Cover Artist: Bob Kehl
Desperate to escape the wrath of the vengeful sky goddess Madhea, a group of brave young explorers flee to the sea in search of safe haven for their people while the apprentice witch Dianna steals away Madhea’s dragon to The Shifting Sands.
Though they are an ocean apart, the future of all humanity lies within their entwined fates.
Before they can defeat Madhea, they must stop the vindictive sea goddess Eris from destroying the world.
Sample Scene One
Dianna looked up when her environment shifted. She had been with Lydra long enough to know the long shadow that blanketed the ground like a heavy shroud and blotted out the sunlight was no bird.
She barely had time to suck in a scream before the dragon’s powerful roar nearly flattened her to the ground. She shook when the terrible golden monster, with a wingspan twice that of Lydra’s, sprang from the cliff and landed on her dragon with an earth-shattering thud.
The ice beneath them exploded. Dianna fell to the ground when shards as big as daggers flew through the air while the dragons wrestled and roared, a ball of flame consuming them. Lydra flapped backward, flailing in the water and blowing a curtain of ice at her nemesis. But Lydra was no match for the behemoth dragon, who melted her ice with his scorching breath, his fire lapping at Lydra’s jowls and causing the ice dragon to howl in pain.
The golden monster puffed out his chest, his wingspan extending the entire width of the pond. Dianna knew the flame dragon intended to destroy Lydra.
Instinct fueled her movements as she jumped to her feet, not knowing what to do but knowing she needed to do something. Sindri’s stone pulsed in her vest, sending ripples of warmth through her that made her blood pump faster. Fire raced through her veins, and energy pooled in her palms. She pointed her fingers at the golden dragon and screamed, “Stop!” and was knocked backward when bright bolts flew out of her hands.
A hush fell, as if all sound had been sucked from the air by a giant vortex. Dianna sat up, dizzy, trying to uncross her eyes.
The golden dragon was on his back, wings flattened against the ground, golden eyes staring at the sky, his jowls hanging open as if he was suspended in shock. Only his tail moved, twitching like a headless serpent, indicating threads of life still flowed beneath the massive scales.
Had Dianna done that? Had she disabled a dragon? Had it been her magic or the stone’s?
Lydra swam to shore, crawling toward Dianna. With a sigh and a shudder, she fell by Dianna’s side.
She wearily eyed the golden dragon, smoothing a hand across Lydra’s burned scales. “Are you okay, my friend?”
Lydra answered with a grunt, nuzzling Dianna’s neck with her cold snout.
Dianna didn’t know how long the golden dragon would be disabled, but they wouldn’t be safe there for long.
Lydra’s wings were blackened with soot and sticky with blood. Would her friend be able to fly them to safety before the golden dragon recovered? If not, would Dianna have the strength to battle the golden dragon again? The stone in her vest had gone eerily still and cold, as if all of its magic had been drained, though she still wasn’t sure if it was the stone’s magic or hers that had disabled the dragon.
She looked at her fingers, which were throbbing and charred at the tips. Never before had she been able to shoot bolts out her fingers. Then again, never before had she needed to break up a fight between two dragons. Dianna rested her forehead against her dragon’s chest. “Oh, Lydra, what do we do?”
She jerked back at Lydra’s low growl, spinning around in time to see the golden dragon shudder. His wings struck the ground, then he jumped to his haunches with a roar that reverberated through Dianna’s bones. His eyes darkened as they narrowed on Dianna, and he roared again, his powerful breath hitting her from across the pond like the hot currents of a wind storm.
Great goddess! That was one angry dragon.
About the Author:
Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She's willing to share her dragons, witches, and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.