Kings of Muraine

A YEAR TO THE DAY since my dad, Lance Ravier, died.Somehow, it felt like just yesterday. The shock of it was still so raw. Thatnight changed my life, and everything, forever. I saw them. Two strangers fromanother world. One with glowing yellow eyes. The other with vampire fangs. Theone with fangs claimed to be a king. But he was a young king, at best. The Kingof Paragon. He broke the news to me. My dad wasn't from Earth. Instead, he wasfrom a world filled with magic: Muraine. His other home.
 
After thirteen years of hiding the truth, of lying to me,all he left behind were hidden belongings from a secret life. And thedragon-horse: Awngeleik. How could I refuse King Talok, when asked to lookafter her . . . to help keep her from falling into the enemy's hands? The graspof Zymarc, King of Vitiosyns. Either amused or psychotic, I agreed to it. Whatcould happen to top my dad dying or death itself? If I knew what would happen,I might have made a different choice.
 
Regardless, the pages are still turning. I still havetime. He still looks at me with fear for what I really am, and hatred for whatI might do. If only she had not done what she did. None of this would havehappened . . .