The dragons are dying, slain by a clan of scaled dragons and leaving the kingdom of Kalon vulnerable on all sides. Maayin is the only female left to avert this fate and the council's last hope, though she is half scaled herself and living under the assumption that she is human.
Heedless of the dragon council’s intentions towards her, she is nevertheless desperate to prove she’s not one of them and return home. Her struggle against accepting the truth brings her closer to trusting her young tutor, Jaimin, who has his own reservations about keeping her imprisoned in all but name.
When Maayin at last catches wind of the council’s scheme, she flees and falls right into the grasp of the scaled dragons. It is there that she discovers other females, held until they are too old to stop extinction. With no way out, she must rely on Jaimin’s help if she is to survive long enough to be free again.
First 150 Words:
Maay hummed as she worked the old loom, the dull clack of wood a lullaby to her ears. Sunlight blazed into the solarium, its normally stifling heat cooled every so often by a gust coming through the open windows. She cocked her head to the sound of footsteps echoing from down the hall. Men. It had to be, for their boots hit the stone with such a racket and the occasional, punctuating clink of metal.
Frowning at the woven threads before her, she idly looped another through the strands. It sounded like guards. What would they be doing here? Not many men came into this quarter of the castle, mostly servants with their soft shoes and irritating habits of blending into the background.
She glanced over her shoulder, perusing the room. Her gaze settled on the plants that separated the solarium from the other rooms and screened the bulk of the sunlight from those entering.