Once upon a time, when I first started to blog I came across the blog of Raani York. The first post I ever read was about the do’s and don’t of kissing – for guys. I laughed out loud. Then I discovered her brilliant letters to celebrities. From there I met Jake the Cat Prince, read interviews and since then I’ve met other authors/bloggers through Raani’s extensive following. You never know what sort of fun you’ll find on Ranni York’s blog.
That is why I’m so excited and honored to help introduce her new book Dragonbride.
Imagine a world unlike any other. A world of dragons and magic and adventure… and romance.
(The Dragon Chronicles, Book #1)
Shalima, “Daughter of the Light”, was born under special circumstances. She was raised by her aunts instead of her mother because she needed to be prepared to fulfill the prophecies of the Old Scriptures, which told that she was the only Magician on Earth.
Her aunts carefully prepared her for her obligations and her sacred duty. She will have to get married to the Holy Golden Dragon, the King of the Dragons, a huge Earth Dragon with magical talents. She cannot believe that she is the “Chosen One”, who has to protect the Dragon Species, all of Nature and finally the Earth. But when she turned into a teenager it seemed that the Old Scriptures were right.
Buy the Book:
on Smashwords: https://smashwords.com/books/view/479647
As an Ebook for following formats: epub, mobi, pd,f rtf, lrf ,pdb, txt, html
The Paperback version on Amazon will be released very soon! More buyer’s links will be available within the next week.
About Raani York
Raani York has been a high volume writer for years. She has published articles, letters, short stories, poems, continuation stories and descriptions of all kind. She also writes novels, some of which can found on her website.
Raani has been educated in Switzerland and in the U.S. She holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. She also obtained diplomas in Graphic Design, Color Studies and won a prize as a Logo Designer. She speaks four languages and several dialects.
Raani York works and lives in Switzerland and the U.S. and travels often.
Next to her writing and her cats, Raani likes reading, blogging, Martial Arts, skiing, horseback riding, sky diving and enjoys playing the classical piano.
FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/DragonScriptures
The mountains possessed a dark but seductive beauty, and they lay in wait for the ones who came through the Fire Hell. The powdered white peaks of the sparkling black mountain-world watched for them with longing.
The Diamond Mountains gave the illusion of being much closer than they really were, and many a pilgrim had been lured to his death by the promise of riches hidden on their slopes. These mountains were so named because of the rough gems strewn about the black volcanic soil. When the sun shone overhead the gems made the mountains sparkle and shimmer brightly, and at night they made the moonlit mountains glow with a soft silver light.
People, blinded by both their greed and the tantalizing glittering of the sunlit earth, imagined that there was immeasurable wealth lying there on the ground, just waiting to be picked. However, the mountains never betrayed the secrets they held. None who had ever walked those slopes could find the diamonds hidden within the black soil, for the mountains protected themselves.
Although healthy forest still grew in the foothills, the undergrowth became sparser just a few hundred feet up, and then the treeline ended. Where stunted trees would normally grow the forest just stopped, as if some unseen hand had cut it short. All that remained were dangerously sharp, dry rocks. Just below the snowline, the rocks disappeared, and the glittering black soil took their place.
Moreover, at the summit it seemed as if the Creator of All Things had dusted the peaks of the fissured mountain range with powdered sugar, for they were covered with a deceptively soft-looking, yet extremely sharp-edged eternal snow.
The mountains never betrayed their secrets…
And if a wanderer were to climb those peaks, going up to the Fire Hell and searching to quench his thirst at a splashing mountain spring, he would find no cool, refreshing water. Instead, these living mountains would seek to frighten him by shrouding the ground with a mysterious fog that made it impossible to see where he was putting his feet. Pilgrims sometimes drowned in the sulfurous pools of water hidden within the hellish rocks when the fog appeared, and if they left the main trails, they would know true fear, for they would be led down treacherous sidepaths that seemed to take them somewhere, yet actually led them nowhere but to their doom.
The mountains never betrayed their secrets…
Though many thought they would find the cool relief of the shadows by early evening, the ascent would continue for another three torturous days. During those three days, their throats would scream for water, and their eyes would tear up in the swirling sand. Blown up by the hot desert winds, the sand burned as it fell upon a traveler’s face and skin. Eventually their limbs would become heavy, and they would barely be able to move; thus, the wanderers would be forced to crawl on, farther and farther, until sheer luck eventually brought them to civilization… to people.
In a canyon between two hills below the mountain range there was a village. It had no official name, but the people living there called it Alpcateçu, which meant Oasis of the Mountains. Anyone who wanted to climb the mountains had to pass through the village. A few taverns and inns surrounded the village fountain, where a market was sometimes held.
Some houses and huts had been built in the wide hills and even at the edge of the forest… and in one such place, hidden within the woods, almost four hundred feet past the deepest thicket and connected to the village only by a sidepath lay the place in which I had been born.
Dragonbride will also be featured on the blogs listed below. Please check out these blogs – you’ll thank me for it later.
David Beercroft http://www.davidmbeercroft.wordpress.com
Tammy Shanks http://www.manippydippytactics.com
Joyce Slobogian http://www.joyslobogian..com/blog
Peggy Stankiewicz http://psbartlett.me/
Laurie Smith http://laurie27wsmith.wordpress.com
Scarlett Flame http://missscarlettflame.blogspot.co.uk/
Shirley McLain http://shirley-mclain.net/
Patricia Salamone http://theitalianthing.com/
Kelly Heckart http://www.kelleysrealm.blogspot.com/
Lexie Conyngham http://www.murrayofletho.blogspot.co.uk
Richelle Goodrich http://www.regoodrich.blogspot.com
Darian Wilk http://darianwilk.weebly.com/blog
Linda W. Yezak http://lindayezak.com/
Marta Merjaver Kurlat http://www.martamerajver.com.ar/marta/index.php/blogroll
Ashlee North http://ashleenorthauthor.com/index.html
Jeanette Andersen http://jeanettesandersen.blogspot.ch/
Merlin Fraser http://merlinfraser.wordpress.com/
Denise Bartram http://debooksharing.wordpress.com/
Juliette Kings https://vampiremaman.com/
Marla Todd http://www.westcoastreview.wordpress.com
Lisa Vandiver http://www.lisavandiver.blogspot.ch
Renee Scattergood http://reneescattergood.com/shadow-stalker/
Rebecca Draco http://rebeccadraco.com
Chelle Cordero http://ccepotourri.wordpress.com/
Kirstin Puliof http://www.kirstinpulioff.com/
Elle Lisa Klaes http:// thetroubledoyster.blogspot.com
A. G. Moye http://booksbyagmoye.blogspot.com
Megan Cyrulewski http://www.megancyrulewski.com
Allan Krummenacker http://akrummenacker.wordpress.com
Lorraine Reguly http://wordingwell.com/blog/
August McLaughlin http://augustmclaughlin.wordpress.com/
Let your imagination soar…
~ Juliette aka Vampire Mamam
Note to Raani: Max said he was going to download this and read it. He’ll let you know what he thinks.