A strange and terrible power once performed dark puppetry with the dead to wage war against the living. One hundred winters ago that power was staunched. But it has returned. After a ruinous attack against her kingdom, Princess Elery takes up her father's sword to pursue the path of vengeance. A path that brings her to the dreadful soul-eating dragon of the Dark Woods. A dragon of legend, possessing power beyond the other spirits of Leria. But in a world where every fallen body counts among the enemy's ranks, the living may already be out of time. All-time best was #2 in Fantasy! COMPLETED & FEATURED!

THE TAVERNER'S DAUGHTER - BOOK ONE FANTASY, MAGIC, DRAGONS, ROMANCE, WINGED WIZARDS. Please Note: The rest of this series will not be published until the complete series is drafted and revised - probably another four volumes over the next year. However, this book doesn't end on some really bad cliffhanger, and I think it has a satisfactory 'end' feel, so do read it if you wish. After mistaking a leather-clad wizard for a dragonrider, the taverner's daughter agrees to binding vows: Jarryd hopes for a magic-saving paternity spell but Taniel just wants his dragon. Of course, it is not that simple. It never is. Others have plans for Taniel and can do without Jarryd's interference. Taniel's father is little help, too busy dealing with a guilty conscious and pining for his missing wife. Add talking dragons, kidnappings, a gallivanting Grandmaster Wizard, a wicked stepfather, seductive shape shifting winged wizards, and midwitchery. Stir with rumour of plotting land-locked pirates, spies, feisty forest sprites, rockgoblins, and a failing magical barrier. Welcome to the world of A Corrangorachian Fantasy. SOME MILD MATURE MOMENTS (but maybe not enough to mark MATURE): A few not-particularly-graphic sex scenes. Violence? Could get nasty, depending on your perception. Drug Use? Pipe smoking, copious alcohol, and the odd potion. And some coarse language, of course. (AUSTRALIAN - BRITISH ENGLISH)

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.