New Release Sample: HERE THERE WERE DRAGONS

 From Ye Olde Dragon Books

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Barroo chirped and an image of him playing tag in the air with Infrenx came through their bond.

Troublemaker wants to say hello to Infrenx.

Thyal’s chuckle felt deeper this time, wrapping around her like a hug. She says hello back. You need to convince your captain to bring the ship back here before Infrenx drives me to the breaking point, wanting to see Barroo. Visiting with the dracs up on Anwesta isn’t enough for her.

You could apply to join my ship as a consultant, she offered. A moment later, M’kar nearly slapped her hand over her own mouth. Where had that idea come from and why had she let it mentally vocalize to him?

I might do that, just to avoid all the not-so-subtle hints from some of the Masters who want to study our bond. Warning, some theorize all the tweaking your ancestors did to your Nisandrian genetics is part of why our part of the team mind-circle stayed open. I've already warned your father to make himself scarce, so they don't put a mental whammy on him and get him to agree to all sorts of tests. All right, I’m out where we won’t be interrupted. What’s the problem?

M’kar tried to make her sigh of relief entirely physical. She gathered up the images and thoughts and impressions she had semi-organized on her walk to the observation dome. Focusing, she imagined it compressed, then sent everything to Thyal. Then she settled herself to be as comfortable as she could to wait for however long was necessary.

Fascinating, he responded after only a few breaths. This negates the hoped-for proof of racial memory locked in the genetics.

Is that all you got out of my latest drac-based headache?

No. Just the first layer. I wonder if I can claim the physical and mental health of my drac as reason enough to come out there to join – Uh, sorry. Firestorm alert.

Then he was gone, entirely gone from the link.