Spirit of the Sea Witch
Keepers of the Stones
Book Two
Tara West
Genre: YA fantasy
Publisher: Shifting Sands Publishing
Date of Publication: 1.23.18
ISBN: TBA
ASIN:
Number of pages: Est 400.
Word Count: 100K
Cover Artist: Bob Kehl
Book Description:
Desperate to escape the wrath of the vengeful sky goddess Madhea, a group of brave young explorers flee to the sea in search of safe haven for their people while the apprentice witch Dianna steals away Madhea’s dragon to The Shifting Sands.
Though they are an ocean apart, the future of all humanity lies within their entwined fates.
Before they can defeat Madhea, they must stop the vindictive sea goddess Eris from destroying the world.
Sample Scene One
Dianna looked up
when her environment shifted. She had been with Lydra long enough to know the
long shadow that blanketed the ground like a heavy shroud and blotted out the
sunlight was no bird.
She barely had time to suck in a scream
before the dragon’s powerful roar nearly flattened her to the ground. She shook
when the terrible golden monster, with a wingspan twice that of Lydra’s, sprang
from the cliff and landed on her dragon with an earth-shattering thud.
The ice beneath them exploded.
Dianna fell to the ground when shards as big as daggers flew through the air
while the dragons wrestled and roared, a ball of flame consuming them. Lydra
flapped backward, flailing in the water and blowing a curtain of ice at her
nemesis. But Lydra was no match for the behemoth dragon, who melted her ice
with his scorching breath, his fire lapping at Lydra’s jowls and causing the
ice dragon to howl in pain.
The golden monster puffed out his
chest, his wingspan extending the entire width of the pond. Dianna knew the
flame dragon intended to destroy Lydra.
Instinct fueled her movements as she
jumped to her feet, not knowing what to do but knowing she needed to do
something. Sindri’s stone pulsed in her vest, sending ripples of warmth through
her that made her blood pump faster. Fire raced through her veins, and energy
pooled in her palms. She pointed her fingers at the golden dragon and screamed,
“Stop!” and was knocked backward when bright bolts flew out of her hands.
A hush fell, as if all sound had
been sucked from the air by a giant vortex. Dianna sat up, dizzy, trying to
uncross her eyes.
The golden dragon was on his back,
wings flattened against the ground, golden eyes staring at the sky, his jowls
hanging open as if he was suspended in shock. Only his tail moved, twitching
like a headless serpent, indicating threads of life still flowed beneath the
massive scales.
Had Dianna done that? Had she
disabled a dragon? Had it been her magic or the stone’s?
Lydra swam to shore, crawling toward
Dianna. With a sigh and a shudder, she fell by Dianna’s side.
She wearily eyed the golden dragon,
smoothing a hand across Lydra’s burned scales. “Are you okay, my friend?”
Lydra answered with a grunt,
nuzzling Dianna’s neck with her cold snout.
Dianna didn’t know how long the
golden dragon would be disabled, but they wouldn’t be safe there for long.
Lydra’s wings were blackened with
soot and sticky with blood. Would her friend be able to fly them to safety
before the golden dragon recovered? If not, would Dianna have the strength to
battle the golden dragon again? The stone in her vest had gone eerily still and
cold, as if all of its magic had been drained, though she still wasn’t sure if
it was the stone’s magic or hers that had disabled the dragon.
She looked at her fingers, which
were throbbing and charred at the tips. Never before had she been able to shoot
bolts out her fingers. Then again, never before had she needed to break up a
fight between two dragons. Dianna rested her forehead against her dragon’s
chest. “Oh, Lydra, what do we do?”
She jerked back at Lydra’s low
growl, spinning around in time to see the golden dragon shudder. His wings
struck the ground, then he jumped to his haunches with a roar that reverberated
through Dianna’s bones. His eyes darkened as they narrowed on Dianna, and he
roared again, his powerful breath hitting her from across the pond like the hot
currents of a wind storm.
Great goddess! That was one angry
dragon.
About the Author:
Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She's willing to share her dragons, witches, and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.
@TaraWestauthor
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