A preview from the book The Arrow Bringer 

Chapter 3, part 4: The Wrong Choice

“Me?” I stare at him “Why… why me? What could I possibly do?”

“If you are willing, I can work through you. And then these events will not occur.”

“What events?”

The Arrow Bringer motions to a portion of the sky. “Behold.”

Suddenly, the world shifts so violently I grab the sides of the bench. I watch as time flies forward, as the sun rises and sets. One day passes, and a heavy darkness sets upon the world as we reach the evening of the second. It’s pouring down rain, and thunder and lightning explode in the sky.

A cold shiver goes through me as Baeddan once again enters the garden. Stubble lines the contours of his cheekbones, and dark shadows hang under his eyes. In his hand, he carries a golden arrow, which is a striking copy of the one on the pillar.

I don’t know what comes over me. My instinct is to wrest the fake arrow from him. The powerlessness enrages me.

With one swift motion, Baeddan grabs hold of the true golden arrow with one hand and slams his false arrow in its place. Immediately he cries out and drops the real arrow, his hand badly burned. Without hesitation he snatches it up again, ignoring his smoking flesh.

He glares at the heavens. “This is for killing my daughter.” My stomach lurches as he snaps the arrow across his knee, throwing the broken pieces to the ground. He spits on them before disappearing into the blackness of the night.

The result is immediate. A blistering wind blasts through Aletheia, carrying the pallor of death. A chilling roar erupts, followed by the smell of rotting flesh. A horrifying, enormous black dragon with blazing crimson eyes plunges from the sky. It opens its mouth as it reaches the garden, swallowing both pieces of the golden arrow before vanishing.

Then the screaming starts.

(This book is available 3-19-19 for .99 on Kindle)