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Jane Toombs

Jane Toombs lives on the south shore of Lake Superior with the Viking from her past and their calico grandcat, Kinko.  Here, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula wilderness, we enjoy marvelous summers, cool and beautiful springs, colorful autumns and miserable winters.  But it’s our home town, which we’ve returned to after many years away and many years apart from each other.  The Viking is a geologist, retired from well drilling, and Jane is a retired RN who found writing easier than nursing.  Kinko, as yet, isn’t ready to retire from catching mice. Jane ‘s publishing credits include over eighty published books and twenty-five plus novellas in anthologies or stand alone.  Her award-winning books have been translated into many foreign languages. She enjoys hearing from readers and always answers.

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Dragon's Diamond

Written By: Jane Toombs
Series: A Darkness of Dragons #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
Heat Level:

A man regains consciousness lying naked on an isolated beach. He remembers only his first name. He doesn't rec...

David looked down at a blonde-haired woman sprawled on the ground, her face drawn in pain, her left leg caught between the teeth of a rusty trap. He dropped to his knees, grabbed the jaws of the trap with both hands, wrenched it open and off her leg. Muttering about idiot bastards who set traps and never come back to check on them, he stared at her injuries with dismay.

"Fix it," the child ordered. "I'll help."

About to say the woman needed to be taken to a doctor, prodded by something from within, David instead laid his hands over the bloody and torn flesh of her leg. The little girl's hands immediately covered his.

He felt a warmth from the child's touch, felt that warmth meeting and joining a current that passed from him into the woman's injured leg. After a time, he realized whatever he was doing was draining him, but he didn't remove his hands--not until blackness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed.


* * * *


Tima stared in disbelief from her healed leg to the naked man who lay unmoving at her feet, her blood on his hands. Where had he come from? And how could he have fixed her leg?

"We need to help him," Kam said.

Definitely. Tima rose, finding she could put weight on her left leg with no problem. She knelt beside the man and felt his neck for a pulse, relived to find a steady beat. "You stay with him while I get the canvas covering the motorboat." 

When she returned, she stretched out the canvas on the ground next to him and rolled him onto it. Once he was positioned so the canvas could be wrapped around him and fastened, Tima dragged him toward the house, Kam beside her.

"Where did you find him?"

"On the beach, like I told you after the trap bit you."

"Yes, but how did you know that?" Even as she asked the question, Tima could predict the answer.

"I saw him there in my head."

It wasn't the first time her ten-year-old sister saw like that. Remembering his nakedness, Tima asked, "Had he been swimming?"

"Don't know. I saw him fall in the lake. Last night."

"But it stormed last night, how could you see anything?"

Kam shrugged. "Just saw him fall. Don't know how he got on our beach."

Pulling the naked stranger was work, and Tima had to rest twice before she reached her farmhouse. She hauled him inside, into the small downstairs bedroom that neither she nor Kam used, opened the canvas and turned down the bed covers. She tried to figure a way to get him onto the bed, aware she could never lift him.

"I never thought the day would come when I'd be happy to see Arno," she muttered, "but if he were here we'd have no problem."

"Don't like Arno," Kam told her.

"I'm not crazy about him either, but he is strong. I suppose I could call him."

Kam frowned, shaking her head. She crouched down beside the man, staring at him, then began whispering in his ear.

"What are you telling him?" Tima asked. "He's unconscious, he won't hear you."

Kam kept on whispering, paying no heed.

He stirred, opening his eyes. With obvious effort, he got to his knees, then shakily to his feet and fell face down across the bed, once again unmoving. From there, Tima had only moderate difficulty straightening him out and covering him up.

She looked at Kam's smug smile. "Sometimes you know too much for your own good," Tima told her sister. "I hope you didn't learn any of this from your twice-great-aunt Louhi."

"She only knows bad things. I told him he had to get on the bed right next to him 'cause he was too heavy for us and we didn't want Arno to come."

Tima gave her a rueful smile before turning her attention to the man. After checking him over, being careful to keep his groin area covered, she said, "He has some cuts and some nasty bruises, but they seem to be healing. The bump on his head may be a bit of a problem, but I believe it's possible he's mainly exhausted. However he fell into the lake, it's a long swim to shore. We'll keep an eye on him, but mostly we'll just let him rest unless he gets worse."

Kam nodded. "He doesn't want a doctor to see him."

"He told you that?"

"Nope. I just know."

"Are you reading minds now? That's prying."

"I don't pry! But sometimes people throw stuff and I catch it."

"Stuff? You mean thoughts?"

"I guess. It's sort of like when we play catch with a ball."

Tima sighed, wondering if she ever would fully understand her little sister. Looking down at her left leg, she saw that, though healed, it was still bloodstained. In the bathroom, she stripped and took a shower before changing into a clean T-shirt and jeans instead of shorts, all the while trying to understand how the stranger could possibly have healed her injured leg.

The man didn't rouse for the remainder of the day. In the next few days, he came awake now and then to use the old commode she'd gotten down from the attic or to swallow the soup she fed him. Tima worried he might have a head injury, but Kam kept insisting he didn't want to see a doctor. In any case, no doctor would visit way out here. It'd be a case of bringing him into the village.

On the fifth day, Tina had just finished cooking the evening meal, when something yowled outside the back door. Kam ran to the window and peered out.

"It's a funny-looking kitty, not one from the barn, and she wants in." Without waiting for an okay, Kam hurried to the door.

Tima watched while a bedraggled Siamese cat slipped through the open door, stalked through the kitchen, then down the hall to the bedroom where the stranger slept. By the time she and Kam reached the door, the cat had jumped onto the bed and was licking the man's nose.


* * * *

David opened his eyes, focused on the cat. "Nala, what're you doing here?" The cat settled down on his chest. When he raised a hand to pet her, he noticed Tima and Kam staring at him.

"Feeling better?" Tima advanced to his bedside.

"Fair for a man who's been trampled by at least one elephant."

A man regains consciousness lying naked on an isolated beach. He remembers only his first name. He doesn't recognize his surroundings, nor recall who he is. More dangerous, he doesn't know what he is--or that the fate of mankind rests on his remembering…
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Dragon's Pearl

Written By: Jane Toombs
Series: A Darkness of Dragons #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
Heat Level:

Centuries ago, Merlin stole forbidden magic from the immortal black dragon to try to save King Arthur. To prevent...

Vran watched the various emotions flicker over Mona's face. He was sure she had no idea how much her expression gave her away. Most people didn't. Took a lot of practice to hide how one felt.

Something small and dark swooped past her and she flinched. Nala rose and gazed with interest into the darkness.

"You'll never catch a bat," Mona chided. "Not with their radar. Besides, what would you do with one if you did catch it?"

Nala slanted her the scornful glance of the born hunter.

"The thrill for all predators is in the pursuit and catch," Vran commented. "Ask any human--we're all predators."

"Men more than women," Mona said.

"Genes. Hunters and gatherers. Genes go way back. To the time of dragons."

"You mean you think that somehow our ancestors inherited a genetic memory of dinosaurs, so invented the dragon to account for it?"

"Not at all. Dragons aren't mythic dinosaurs. Nor modified ones either." He deftly inserted a charcoal-crisp hot dog into a bun. "Care for the results of today's hunt?"

Between bites, she asked, "Why do we keep talking about dragons?"

"Why are your cousins coming?"

She slanted him an impatient look. "She invited them. I'm hoping one of them can solve my great-aunt's secret. I have no idea what the solution is."

"Dragon heart is dragon stone," he said.

She stared at him. "That's the first line of the secret verse. Did Great-aunt Enid teach it to you, too?"

"You asked why we kept circling back to dragons--that's why."

"Do you mean you learned the verse from Enid? You talk around questions rather than answering them."

"I came here to protect you," he added. "If you don't like the word protection, think of me as an observer who's on your side." He slipped a roasted hot dog into a bun for himself and gestured toward an ice chest of soft drinks. "Help yourself."

Mona opened a can of orange and sat on Nala's log.

"The flicker of the flames turns you into a mystery woman," he murmured. "Your eyes hold secrets no man can fathom."

"I doubt mystery women ask for seconds on hot dogs."

He was reaching to hand her one when Nala dived into her lap, huddling against her as a soft whoosh of wings came from overhead.

"That was no bat," Mona exclaimed.

"Owl," Vran said. "A big one by the looks of him." He handed her the hot dog, scooped Nala from her lap and loped toward the cottage with the cat.

He returned without Nala, saying, "I won't let her out after dark again. Of all people, I should have remembered the night predators."

When they'd eaten all the marshmallows either could handle, he sat next to Mona on the log and asked her to sing Puff, The Magic Dragon with him.

He watched as Mona stared into the fire as they sang, seemingly half-transported into that magic kingdom by the sea. They fell silent for a time, and he found the swish of the waves on the sand lulling his apprehension.

 "Mudway-aushka," she said softly. "The Chippewa word for the sound the waves make. Do you know Longfellow's poem about the shining big sea water?'"

"As a boy I was brought up on Welsh poetry such as Peacock's." He threw his head back and intoned:

"The mountain sheep are sweeter,

But the valley sheep are fatter;

We therefore deemed it meeter

To carry off the latter."

"Obviously a raider's tale."

He didn't deny it. "Welsh tales are full of battles won and battles lost, until the time came when there were no more wins--all were losses--and so we became a reluctant part of Great Britain."

"While we here in the colonies revolted and broke away."

"You had the advantage of distance." He pivoted on the log to look at the dark lake. "And vast spaces. There's still wilderness to be found here. I love America."

Mona turned so that she, too, faced the lake. Far out over the water, a string of lights twinkled.

"A ship passing," he said.

"No, actually it's a boat. Great Lakes tradition has it only boats sail these inland seas. And I was told in town it's rare to see the big boats anymore since the mines all closed."

He glanced at the sky. The rising moon, lopsided, touched the dark water with silver and leached the color from Mona's eyes as he looked at her. "The moon is waning. In ten days we'll have moondark."

She continued to gaze into his eyes. He knew he should glance away. "They say whoever looks into a dragon's eyes becomes his slave," he warned.

"Then I'm lucky you're not a dragon."

"Are you?" He heard his voice change into a croon. Damn, he had to stop this.

He saw her attempt to speak, to look away, saw her fail. Did she want more? He sure as hell did.

Vran couldn't help himself. If only he hadn't sat next to her on this damn log, he could have kept his cool. But this close to her, his head filled with her seductive scent, he was rapidly losing his reason. He felt far more than the simple allure of an attractive woman, this was an all-out sensual raid.

Centuries ago, Merlin stole forbidden magic from the immortal black dragon to try to save King Arthur. To prevent the dragon from exterminating mankind in retaliation, Merlin set wards that forced the dragon into the depths of a mountain cave in Wales. But wards fail with time. To prevent the dragon from escaping, one of Merlin's blood and another of dragon's blood, plus a third, must reset the wards as they weaken. When the last of Merlin's blood and the last of dragon's blood left Wales for America, the evil within the dragon came, too. He is now tethered in the depths of an abandoned copper mine in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. But the wards are failing and those who must reset them aren't aware of their duty. If this evil isn't contained chaos will be let loose. And time is running out…
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Dragon's Stone

Written By: Jane Toombs
Series: A Darkness of Dragons #3
Published By: Devine Destinies
Heat Level:

A man with a dark side, in love with a woman who, with along with her own worries, barely tolerates him, are throw...

After a troubled night in early December, Ellis Atkins sat on the edge of his bed, brooding. He was back home in New York and should be relaxed. He had been for a time, but no more.

He ran a hand through his hair—red, like his father's. He didn't mind the color, what troubled him was what else he might have inherited from this man he had never known. He didn't carry his father's name. When his mother left his father, Ellis was only three and not even a vague impression of him remained. She'd had Ellis's last name and hers legally changed to her maiden name.

"The Askane name is cursed," she'd told him when he was old enough to ask questions about his father. "He has a dark heritage. That's all you need to know about him. Think of yourself as an Atkins."

She'd refused to tell him any more then or later, though she was open about his maternal ancestry. Her voice had been proud when she said, "The Atkins line carries dragon's blood you know." He soon discovered she didn't seem to be sure exactly what that meant.

His trip to Michigan two years ago had revealed what it meant to have dragon's blood in one's heritage. Except he was the wrong shape to ever shift into one, plus whatever made the Askane name cursed might have prevented a change anyway.

But something was definitely wrong with him. Not anything a doctor could fix. His dreams had turned dark. Threatening, with a sense of imminent doom.

He'd gotten so he hated to go to sleep. Ellis Atkins? No, he was also an Askane. After his mother died, Ellis had searched her belongings for any hint of his father's family and found nothing. He'd Googled that last name and found a tiny village up in the Adirondacks named Askaneville. He'd done nothing about it then. Now he needed to go there, needed to learn what else he may have inherited from his father. The good weather was predicted to hold for the week—no snow coming—so why not now? He rose and headed for the shower.

The village itself, he found, was little more than a ghost town. The few families still there, once they heard he wanted information about the Askanes, refused to talk to him. The last one had cursed and said, "Dead, thank the Lord, the rotten lot of them, and good riddance."

So Ellis tried the cemetery.

After much searching, he finally found the Askane vault over in an untended corner, surrounded by an iron fence. Iron letters arched over the gate spelled out We who will not be conquered, sending a chill through him.

When he tried the gate, he found it locked. As he stared at the gray granite vault inside the fence, which presumably held the remains of his father and the rest of his ancestors, the hair rose on his nape. Someone was watching him.

He glanced around. No one in sight. The watcher remained unseen, but Ellis now was sure whatever it was, wasn't outside but within the gate. And not necessarily alive and human. Worse, he had the distinct impression it wanted something from him. What?

Fearing he might hear an answer, he turned and walked rapidly away. Only pride kept him from running. He had planned to spend the night in town, but once he reached his car, he hightailed it for home. All the way back he tried to tell himself it had been imagination, no more, but failed. What he'd undergone in Michigan two years ago had shown him the inexplicable did exist. And some of it was damn dangerous. If he'd remained in that cemetery any longer he might have found out. But he knew deep down whatever the answer was, he hadn't wanted to hear it. Ever.

He reached home close to midnight and found a message on his answering machine from his cousin David Griffid. "Urgent. Call me as soon as you can."

The tension in David's voice came through clearly. So Ellis called him immediately.

"I have to take Tima downstate," David told him, "and one of us needs to be up here. I called my sister, but the message on Gwen's phone says she's on a week's vacation, so you're it. How soon can you get here?"

"Depends on how soon I can get a flight into Detroit and catch another to the Upper Peninsula," Ellis said. "What's wrong?"

"The local doc says Tima needs to be in the University Hospital in Ann Arbor if we expect to save this baby. We're catching a flight tomorrow morning and taking Kam with us. We've arranged for friends to stay at the farm and take care of the animals, but we need one of us who knows what's down in the mine to watch what's happening. Vran and Mona are back in Wales for the winter. So there's only you and Gwen."

Ellis's heart sank. "The mine? Don't tell me, the wards are failing again."

"'Fraid so. Kam sensed it first, but both Tima and I feel the seep of evil now. I've been checking Enid's house and keeping it warm so the pipes don't freeze. No problem for you to stay there. Once I know you're coming, I'll put Nala over there with enough food, water and a litter box so she'll be okay."

"That Siamese cat hates me."

"Kam says you will need her, and Kam's never wrong. Rent a snowmobile in Ojibway to get out to Enid's, we've got a lot of the white stuff."

Ellis had no choice but to agree, then make travel plans. If Gwen was temporarily unavailable, then he was the only one who understood the problem. But he'd bet she had no more idea than he of what they could do to stop the evil. Both he and Gwen had dragon blood, but she was a female so couldn't shift anymore than he could. If they were forced to face the evil in the depths of the old mine, they'd need a third from Merlin's bloodline. Where could they possibly find her? Because they needed a Keeper and Keepers were always female.

All they had up there for a third was a Siamese cat. Granted she was female, plus weird, but that wouldn't help keep the black dragon confined.

On the plane, Ellis's mind flipped back to how he'd gotten involved in the first place. A letter came from Mona Terrick, a sort-of cousin he'd met as a child, telling him she was taking care of his great-aunt Enid, who was dying and wanted all her relatives to visit as soon as possible. He soon learned David and Gwen had gotten similar letters.

Enid died before they arrived. Though they'd expected Mona to be at the house, they hadn't expected to see a stranger, Vran Pender, who'd arrived two days earlier in response to Enid's letter. The three of them hadn't been sure they could trust Vran, but it was obvious Mona did.

Ellis soon began to feel out of the loop, because David seemed to know what Vran meant by Mona being the new Keeper now that Enid was dead. At least Gwen also seemed mystified and, strangely enough, Mona herself. But then Ellis had run afoul of Louhi and, for a time, his actions were not his own.

He soon found himself locked up to keep from harming anyone.

Vran and David had switched into their dragon forms to fight for being Guardian to Mona's Keeper and David not only lost, but disappeared, So Gwen had been forced to go along to the dragon's lair in the mine to set the wards.

If only that had remained permanent,. But the evil began seeping from the mine once again. He and Gwen were left at Enid's house while Mona and David went to Wales to try to discover the origins of the Immortal Black Dragon.

Gwen, of course, still searched for her missing twin brother. But it was Ellis who discovered David was alive when he answered a call he didn't understand, but an ancestral memory did. He'd wound up in the mine with David and a woman strange to him.

After they'd once again set the wards that kept the dragon confined, he found out where David had been and met Tima Pasanen, who turned out to be another Keeper.

Tima had a young sister, Kam, who was unusual. Weird was his word for the girl. After Tima and David married, he and Gwen returned to their homes in New York. Since then he'd been so preoccupied with his own dark problem he hadn't given any thought to failing wards. Bad mistake. So here he was, his own darkness unresolved, once again girding up to face a evil monster.

Even worse, once Gwen heard about the wards failing, he knew she'd head for Enid's house. And he'd already be there. What if the darkness within him took over? Could he keep from harming her?

A man with a dark side, in love with a woman who, with along with her own worries, barely tolerates him, are thrown together to perform the impossible task of dealing with the evil and immortal Black Dragon, their only ally a Siamese cat. A puny trio facing impossible odds. Especially when the man's dark side manifests itself and turns him into a danger to his own allies. Their other adversary, a witch, who is on the dragon's side, adds another complication to an already seemingly hopeless task. How can this man control his dark side, convince the woman to love him and seal the dragon's fate?
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Flying High

Written By: Jane Toombs
Published By: Devine Destinies

Warning: This book contains the use of an Ouiji Board. A barnstorming pilot fresh from WWI and a young woman who i...

She pulled free of him and he watched her take a deep breath. "What did you tell Mr. Ciardi?" She flung the words at him as if in a hurry to be rid of them.

Taken aback, he frowned. She was right, it was none of her business. "What brought that up?" he demanded.

"Your mention of a reward."

"I don't need dirty money," he snapped, irritated that she didn't realize he wouldn't be caught dead doing any kind of a job for bootleggers. He had, in fact, turned Louis Ciardi down flat. Politely, since it didn't do to insult someone with his connections. Louis worked for Capone, the man who owned Chicago.

"I'm glad." Her tone was subdued, but she gazed directly at him. "I didn't want to think you were that kind of person."

Her eyes, tawny today, banished his annoyance.

A fella could lose himself in those eyes, climb up and up until he lost control and came down in a tailspin. She was the niftiest little number he'd come across in a long time. "Now that you know I'm not that kind of person--"he paused and held out his hand--"friends?"

She took it, holding on with a damn strong grip for a woman, and he found he didn't want to let her go, wanted instead to pull her into his arms.

"Friends," she repeated softly.

He released her hand reluctantly to finish tying down his Jenny. To his surprise, she insisted on helping even after he told her she didn't need to.

"If I'm going to learn to fly, shouldn't I know everything about caring for the aeroplane, too?" she demanded.

He couldn't argue with that.

Charlie pulled up as they were finishing. "See you found yourself ground crew," he said to Bruce.

"Prettiest one I ever had," Bruce told him.

"Seeing as how Christie's with you," Charlie went on, "you won't mind if I make a stop at Navy Pier. The two of you can do a little sight-seeing while I take care of a small matter."

"Fine with me," Bruce said. Which it was. A perfect excuse to spend more time with her.

When Charlie left them at the entrance to the pier, Bruce's spirits were momentarily dampened when the first words out of Christie's mouth were, "He's going to meet Angie. He's done it here before. What are we going to do?"

Bruce shook his head. "Nothing. It's Charlie's affair, not ours."

"But it's dangerous for him. You said so yourself."

"And I told him the same. All he did was laugh. We can't do any more, short of hog-tying him. I can't see Charlie taking kindly to that, can you?"

She sighed. "There must be something."

"Remember when you were a kid? Maybe this didn't happen to you, but I recall that the more someone tried to make me stop doing something, the more I was determined to do it."

"I do remember being like that sometimes. But Charlie's not a kid."

"No, he's full-grown, a guy who thrives on danger. Angie's background may very well be part of her appeal where he's concerned."

"And what will happen to her if her brothers discover what's going on?"

"They could always shut her up in a convent."

"Be serious. We could try reason."

"Christie, those two are playing with fire and they know it. Reason doesn't put out that kind of flame." It belatedly occurred to him to wonder if she had more at stake than an altruistic interest in Charlie's welfare. Was she in love with him?

"I just hate to be part of something clandestine," she said.

"We're not helping them, so we're not taking part."

"Yes, but we know."

"We're not alone. Margaret seems to be aware something's going on."

Warning: This book contains the use of an Ouiji Board. A barnstorming pilot fresh from WWI and a young woman who is trying to find her place in Al Capone's Chicago. A bootlegger's daughter and a wealthy devil-may-care good-time-Charlie. A devious French pilot and a wealthy, but innocent gal. In the midst of parties with illegal booze, where everyone kicks up their heels to the Charleston, will any of them find happiness? Only if they pay attention to what the Ouiji Board tells them and manage to outwit the dangerous bootleggers hunting them down.
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The Turquoise Dragon

Written By: Jane Toombs
Published By: Devine Destinies
Heat Level:

Cozz: A dragon who fears becoming an outcast lays a wrong color egg.  It's not in her nature to destroy i...

Damaged by several collisions with space debris, Collector Dog 3173 limped into Earth's orbit with the transmitter considerably damaged. Those tracking it lost contact as it veered end over end, smashing down in a remote wooded area of Michigan's Upper Peninsula The collision broke it apart, burying parts of it and strewing the contents of the collection pod over the ground between the trees. The egg landed on a patch of soft moss in a small clearing near a creek. The sun's rays warmed it out of hibernation and though it was still hard, the cells inside began to multiply.


* * * *


Eleven-year-old Nahma Marten, searching for wild strawberries, had found some along the creek last year, so followed the bank, becoming more and more disappointed when she didn't find any--strawberry plants, yes, but no berries. Grandpa would remind her they were to be shared with the birds, chipmunks and rabbits, which she knew anyway, but they could have left her a few.

About to turn back, she caught a glimpse of an unusual color. Turquoise? Nothing that color grew around here. She hurried to see what it could be, but once she was staring down at the oval-shaped turquoise egg, she couldn't believe her eyes. No bird around here could possibly have laid an egg that big!

She put her berry pail on the ground, reached down and picked up the egg, cupping the turquoise find in both hands, and muttering, "You're a strange color and size for an egg, but you sure look like one. Wonder what you'll be when you hatch? Big, that's for sure."

Thrilled with her find, she laid the egg back on the moss and gathered a nearby large withering blue leaf with a soft pod attached to the stem and laid them in the bottom of the berry pail to cushion the egg. It barely fit in the pail sideways.

"Wait till I show Gina," she said. As soon as the words left her lips, she realized who she wasn't going to show it to--her grandfather. She almost never kept anything from him. He'd taken her in years ago, after her folks died in that accident. She loved him dearly, but she also knew how his mind worked.

He'd want to take the egg somewhere to be examined--and what if someone wherever he took it, decided to cut it open? It might not hatch anyway, but she wanted to give it a chance. Chicken eggs hatched if they'd been fertilized and the hen kept them warm. But no hen could ever keep this big an egg warm.

Nahma had no idea if the turquoise egg had been fertilized, but she hoped so. She'd have to keep it warm while she waited to see if it would hatch and that posed a problem. A heating pad would be too hot. Maybe a lamp. Yes! Grandpa had put his sunlamp away till next winter and it was flexible. She could fix up a nest in her room and bend the lamp down to shine on the egg, close enough to keep it warm, but not hot. In her closet, if she meant to keep it a secret.

If it did hatch, what would come out of it? She could hardly wait to find out.

Cozz: A dragon who fears becoming an outcast lays a wrong color egg.  It's not in her nature to destroy it. Is that alien machine outside her cave her answer?
Earth: What happens when a young woman born to die and an impossible beast fall in love?
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Two Hearts and a Crow

Written By: Jane Toombs
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Ravens are common in Alaska—crows are rare. Especially a disabled talking crow like Iago. Women who hold out...
Ravens are common in Alaska—crows are rare. Especially a disabled talking crow like Iago. Women who hold out for marriage are rare in Alaska, but the heroine persists. Men who want no part of marriage are common in Alaska, and the hero is one. What happens when these three form a triangle?
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