Joshuan Krayson has been condemned to die for crimes committed before his birth. The Highest King has granted him one hopeless chance at clemency. He must use his forbidden magic to preserve and deliver a noble bloodline to its chosen heir. However, the Spired City has many dangers, and hushed voices speak of the Dragon Empress' return.

Reyn has nothing but secrets. Everything she is or has ever been becomes another reason to be despised. Born of demons, pursued by justice, and haunted by regret. In the service of the Dragon Empress, Reyn hoped to find vengeance for the life she lost, but as emissaries from a distant empire arrive with an offer of friendship, Reyn is commanded not to kill the monster she's longed to destroy. Worse, she must work alongside him. Joshuan Krayson goes on the hunt. Demons and their thralls have worked in the shadows throughout history, and only a secret cabal of divine guardians has kept the Five Kingdoms from falling to ruin. Krayson follows the voice of an imprisoned god to its source, hoping to uncover the true purpose the old masters have for the world. All that stands in his way is the Teulite Horde led by his father, the Tiger King. Ban Karst leads the Arcane Knights into Melcia. In the homeland of the spirit callers, Shan Alee and a tumultuous alliance of fey races are met by the true power of House Akazewi. Ban is forced to decide which of the oaths he has given is most precious to him. His bond, his homeland, his fealty, or his heart. Enfri the Yora is hailed and feared as the Dragon Empress. Overwhelmed by the path fate has taken her, Enfri goes back to the beginning. In a simple cottage on the desert's edge, the sky woman of Sandharbor returns home. There she finds the strength to at last deliver the final enclave of her people to safety. Except, a traitor in her midst threatens to undo all that she's worked to build. In the deep sands, secrets best left forgotten return.

In the southern realm of Altier Nashal, a kingdom of frozen seas and vast forests, a civil war between three rival factions sparks the beginning of a foretold doom. Ban Karst, paladin and scrivener, is the noble son of the Lord Regent and declared a traitor by all sides. Ban's betrothed is left to hold a kingdom together while he must contend with dragons, goddesses, and goblins. His failure has been ordained by fate, and his battle is lost before he can raise his blade. There is no one for him to turn to save for a pair of fugitives, a healer and an assassin.

Enfri is the last sky woman of her village. She is a healer, herbalist, and midwife. The day she is visited by Jin, a beautiful assassin in service to the king, Enfri starts down a path towards the truth of her heritage and the reason why she has been condemned to die by the crown. Using her wits and the magic of a scholarly dragon to survive, Enfri flees into the desert from a coterie of beast-eyed killers. (New and revised version is now available in paperback and Kindle on Amazon.)

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.