Astraeus, a baby dragon, escapes from his old coven and stumbles upon a little shop that he spends months stealing from and hiding in to survive. The witch and familiars who live there are... strange. They know he takes from them but don't put up different wards, don't do things that could hurt him. They know that he has a hide out in the aster tree, that he lives close-instead of getting rid of him and forcing him to move, they visit him. Talk to him, leave him things, they're kind. Different. Stranger than any other witch or familiar he's ever met. Stray is not used to things that don't hurt. The gentleness is terrifying. He'd rather stay away from them than learn why they don't have sharp tongues or bruised knuckles. However, on the night of a bad storm, he gets trapped inside of the shop, trapped with kind strangers. After getting caught, he discovers another dragon. He learns that life is not meant to be painful. He learns that he can be loved. He's allowed to want things with them. To eat, to not fear the cold, to live instead of survive. Everything changes and Stray is determined to make them his hoard, to make it complete.

A Cursed Prophecy. A Clash of Wills. A Legacy which should've been destroyed. When whispers reach the ears of the Outer City, speaking of things to come, the Misfits are sent out on a mission to investigate. Their findings? The Necromancer is moving again, and this time he has an even worse plan than before. Ten Crystals. Ten Sigils. Together they make up the defence array surrounding the entire country, but there's a darker side to them. One which should've been forgotten and destroyed along with the array after its job was done. But it wasn't. The task sounds simple enough. Collect and guard the Ten Barrier Crystals. It would've been far simpler, too, if their opponent wasn't the Last Necromancer. (Book Two in the Dragon Rider Series)

The colour of your magic decides everything. From whether you're a simple mage or a coveted dragon rider. Even your job and rank. Born to two parents without any form of magic, Sora Williams isn't holding out much hope when her sixteenth birthday comes around. She doubts she'll even obtain the lowest form of magic, but fate isn't always cruel. She isn't colourless. The Fates have given her magic... but at what price? (Book One in the Dragon Rider Series.)