Try to read Ashes and Flames (Dragon Magic # 3) Aiden Bates and Jill Haven (e-book)
Description of the e-book below:
I want to protect him ... no matter the cost.
After threatening dragons everywhere, my task was simple - to find the mage with the evil magic book and bring him home to Amberwood Weir. There we could find out what he knew ... and what we could do about it.
Finding him was easy ... but protecting him is difficult.
The more I get to know Daniel, the more I realize that he is another victim in all of this - is hunting, afraid and so beaten that he cannot even recognize a helping hand when he calls it. He tugs at my heart strings, even as his uncontrollable magic threatens to burn the world around us.
Good thing I'm fireproof.
Ashes and Flames is a 77-word novel that features dangerous geniuses, a mysterious sentient book, uncontrollable magic, and explosive, fiery passion. With a magician too broken to believe in victory and a dragon determined to save him despite this, this third episode is best read after Book Two: The Ashes and the Grave.
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Mist rose from the river this morning. The sun's rising cast the early light. In the cool of the raveen, some apparition illuminates, lingering and still. As stumbling upon deer, cautiously frozen, awaiting my next move. It loomed above the moving mirrored surface. Silently hovering. The constant rush over rocky river bed below fills all the space in my ears. The damp air smells of wood and earth, hints of cedar. It strikes some soothing chord within me. I close eyes and breathe the verdant essence of lush loam and lichen. The sounds of life force rushing its watery path. No ranger am I, but I feel inside that part of me has been here through my eternity. Like some ancient spirit of the forest that forgot its home. My fingers push through the moss and feel it's sponge. My feet through the grass and gravel, sand between my toes. No street can give me, no buildings strike awe, no home or garden holds the wonder, of the trails I've followed along.
Beautiful! I can actually imagine myself near a river bank...this is refreshing