The Sands of Asra

Vanessa, Maria and Azul all have one thing in common, that is, being totally fed up with the hand they've been dealt. It's only when a prophecy is told, and they follow each other into a fantastical world do they find that they much preferred their old lives. And, of course, not being burned alive by dragons. Or being choked by a floating blue hand. Or being drowned by a mermaid. You get the point.

(My first foray into publishing something that I kind of like. it'snot that good)