A year ago, my New Year’s Resolutions would have been simple—get through each day without losing my mind, go for a GED to avoid school, save enough money to run away from home by the end of the school year… But now? Getting a high school diploma means nothing to me.
I haven’t seen a TV or calendar in months. No computers or phones. No grocery stores. I consider my resolutions from the mountaintop I’ve claimed as my own. I can see most of island from up here, yet there are no signs of civilization. Dorian’s lake is silent, mourning the loss of another villager.
I close my eyes and wish a lot of things, because I can never go back to the real world. But I’ll do my best to trust the people who say they can teach me. I’ll keep the faith that my falcon is still alive. I will try to be more open-minded about this dragon stuff. But mostly, I will learn how not to kill people by accident.
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For 15 years, Tristan has done everything he can to bury the maddening thoughts of others—blaring music, isolation, the occasional painkiller. In the end, it was a small thing that pushed him over the edge—his mother hocked his iPod for a carton of cigarettes.
His suicide attempt would have succeeded if not for an old woman who claims dragon ancestry makes him the rightful guardian of a powerful emerald containing the soul of a Valkyrie. With the emerald stolen and the woman murdered, Tristan must survive on his own in a world he never knew existed to get the emerald back.
Shadowed by a secret society and guided by an avatar falcon, Tristan’s escape from the murderer lands him on an uncharted island in the Pacific. When the murderer kidnaps the island’s caretaker, a feisty young Druid priestess, Tristan discovers he’ll risk anything to save her, unleashing powers he can’t control. He never imagined what a dragon birthright would mean, or the price it would cost to use it.