The fantastic land of Amara is recovering from years of war inflicted on its citizens by outside forces--as well as from the spiritual apathy corroding the Amarans' hearts. With Kale and her father serving as dragon keepers for Paladin, the dragon populace has exploded. It's a peaceful, exciting time of rebuilding. And yet, an insidious, unseen evil lurks just beneath the surface of the idyllic countryside.
Truth has never been more important, nor so difficult to discern.
As Kale and her father are busy hatching, bonding, and releasing the younger generation of dragons as helpers throughout the kingdom, the light wizard has little time to develop her skills. Her husband, Sir Bardon--despite physical limitations resulting from his bout with the stakes disease--has become a leader, serving on the governing board under Paladin. When Kale and Bardon set aside their daily responsibilities to join meech dragons Regidor and Gilda on a quest to find a hidden meech colony, they encounter sinister forces. Their world is under attack by a secret enemy... can they overcome the ominous peril they can't even see?
Prepare to experience breathtaking adventure and mind-blowing fantasy as never before in this dazzling, beautifully-crafted conclusion to Donita K. Paul's popular DragonKeeper Chronicles fantasy series.
Kale wrinkled her nose at the dank air drifting up from the stone staircase.
Below, utter darkness created a formidable barrier. Toopka stood close to her knee. Sparks skittered across the doneel child's furry hand where she clasped the flowing, soft material of Kale's wizard robe. Kale frowned down at her ward. The little doneel spent too much time attached to her skirts to be captivated by the light show.
Instead, Toopka glowered into the forbidding corridor. "What's down there?"
Kale sighed. "I'm not sure."
"Is it the dungeon?"
"I don't think we have a dungeon."
Toopka furrowed her brow in confusion. "Don't you know? It's your castle."
"A castle built by committee." Kale's face grimaced at the memory of weeks of creative chaos. She put her hand on Toopka's soft head.
The doneel dragged her gaze away from the stairway, tilted her head back, and frowned at her guardian. "What's 'by committee'?"
"You remember, don't you? It was just five years ago."
"I remember the wizards coming and the pretty tents in the meadow." Toopka pursed her lips. "And shouting. I remember shouting."
"They were shouting because no one was listening. Twenty-one wizards came for the castle raising. Each had their own idea about what we needed. So they each constructed their fragment of the castle structure according to their whims."
Toopka giggled.
"I don't think it's funny. The chunks of castle were erected, juxtaposed with the others, but not as a whole unit. I thank Wulder that at least my parents had some sense. My mother and father connected the tads, bits, and smidgens together with steps and short halls. When nothing else would work, they formed gateways from one portion to another."
The little doneel laughed out loud and hid her face in Kale's silky wizard's robe. Miniature lightning flashes enveloped Toopka's head and cascaded down her neck, over her back, and onto the floor like a waterfall of sparks.
Kale cut off the flow of energy and placed a hand on the doneel's shoulder. "Surely you remember this, Toopka."
She looked up, her face growing serious. "I was very young then."
Kale narrowed her eyes and examined the child's innocent face. "As long as I have known you, you've appeared to be the same age. Are you ever going to grow up?"
Toopka shrugged, then the typical smile of a doneel spread across her face. Her thin black lips stretched, almost reaching from ear to ear.
"I'm growing up as fast as I can, but I don't think I'm the one in charge. If I were in charge, I would be big enough to have my own dragon, instead of searching for yours."
The statement pulled Kale back to her original purpose. No doubt she had been manipulated yet again by the tiny doneel, but dropping the subject of Toopka's age for the time being seemed prudent. Kale rubbed the top of Toopka's head. The shorter fur between her ears felt softer than the hair on the child's arms. Kale always found it soothing to stroke Toopka's head, and the doneel liked it as well.
Kale let her hand fall to her side and pursued their mission. "Gally and Mince have been missing for a day and a half. We must find them. Taylaminkadot said she heard an odd noise when she came down to the storeroom." Kale squared her shoulders and took a step down into the dark, dank stairwell. "Gally and Mince may be down here, and they may be in trouble."
"How can you know who's missing?" Toopka tugged on Kale's robe, letting loose a spray of sparkles. "You have hundreds of minor dragons in the castle and more big dragons in the fields."
"I know." Kale put her hand in front of her, and a globe of...
About the Author
Donita K. Paul is a retired teacher and award-winning author ofseven novels, including DragonSpell, DragonQuest,DragonKnight, and DragonFire. When not writing, she is often engaged in mentoring writers of all ages. Donita lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado where she is learning to paint–walls and furniture! Visit her website at www.dragonkeeper.us.
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