We survived the land of the Witch’s Reign, that much is true. But our arrival home is far from welcome. 

My idiot brother has taken it upon himself to ride off in search of a mythical healer, someone who might help him walk again. Assuming she doesn’t eat him first. Because she’s a dragon and happens to reside in the deepest reaches of the Dragon’s Ground. Like I said, idiot. 

I’d go after him myself, but his leave-taking is not the only problem I face. My mentor has forbidden me to leave the safety of the Stockyards. Her reasoning? 

That I am too weak to weather the coming storms. 

With my pride wounded in more ways than one, I must gather the few allies’ I have left. My ex-husband's new girlfriend at the top of the list and a goat bleating Satyr. 

FML. 

If I’m lucky I’ll find a small dragon and a Jinn whose blue eyes still haunt my dreams along the way. 

Buckle up, buttercup, this ride is about to take a seriously unforeseen twist.