Love in the Time of Dragons (Light Dragons Series #1)

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When it comes to love, one woman is scaling back her expectations...

Tully Sullivan is just like any other suburban mom-except she's just woken up in a strange place surrounded by strange people who keep insisting that they're dragons-and that she's one too.

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Overview

View our feature on Katie MacAlister’s Love in the Time of Dragons.

When it comes to love, one woman is scaling back her expectations...

Tully Sullivan is just like any other suburban mom-except she's just woken up in a strange place surrounded by strange people who keep insisting that they're dragons-and that she's one too.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780451229717
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 5/4/2010
  • Series: Light Dragons Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 432,537
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.30 (d)

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Katie MacAlister lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and dogs, and can often be found lurking around online game sites.
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Chapter One

“You’re going to be on your knees saying prayers for hours if Lady Alice finds you here.”

I jumped at the low, gravelly voice, but my heart stopped beating quite so rapidly when I saw who had discovered me. “By the rood, Ulric! You almost scared the humors right out of my belly!”

“Aye, I’ve no doubt I did,” the old man replied, leaning on a battered hoe. “Due to your guilty conscience, I’m thinking. Aren’t you supposed to be in the solar with the other women?”

I patted the earth around the early-blooming rose that I had cleared of weeds, and snorted in a delicate, ladylike way. “I was excused.”

“Oh, you were, were you? And for what? Not to leave off your sewing and leeching and all those other things Lady Alice tries to teach you.”

I got to my feet, dusting the dirt off my knees and hands, looking down my nose at the smaller man, doing my best to intimidate him even though I knew it wouldn’t do any good—Ulric had known me since I was a wee babe puling in her swaddling clothes. “And what business is it of yours, good sir?”

He grinned, his teeth black and broken. “You can come over the lady right enough, when you like. Now, what I’m wanting to know is whether you have your mother’s leave to be here in the garden, or if you’re supposed to be up learning the proper way to be a lady.”

I kicked at a molehill. “I was excused . . . to use the privy. You know how bad they are—I needed fresh air to recover from the experience.”

“You had enough, judging by the weeding you’ve done. Get yourself back to the solar with the other women before your mother has my hide for letting you stay out here.”

“I . . . er . . . can’t.”

“And why can’t you?” he asked, obviously suspicious.

I cleared my throat and tried to adopt an expression that did not contain one morsel of guilt. “There was an . . . incident.”

“Oh, aye?” The expression of suspicion deepened. “What sort of an incident?”

“Nothing serious. Nothing of importance.” I plucked a dead leaf from a rosebush. “Nothing of my doing, which you quite obviously believe, a fact that I find most insulting.”

“What sort of an incident?” he repeated, ignoring my protests of innocence and outrage.

I threw away the dried leaf and sighed. “It’s Lady Susan.”

“What have you done to your mother’s cousin now?”

“Nothing! I just happened to make up some spiderwort tea, and mayhap I did leave it in the solar next to her chair, along with a mug and a small pot of honey, but how was I to know she’d drink all of it? Besides, I thought everyone knew that spiderwort root tea unplugs your bowels something fierce.”

Ulric stared at me as if it were my bowels that had run free and wild before him.

“Her screams from the privy were so loud, Mother said I might be excused for a bit while she sought one of Papa’s guards to break down the privy door, because her ladies were worried that Lady Susan had fallen in and was stuck in the chute.”

The look turned to one of unadulterated horror.

“I just hope she looks on the positive side of the whole experience,” I added, tamping down the molehill with the toe of my shoe.

“God’s blood, you’re an unnatural child. What positive side is there to spewing out your guts while stuck in the privy?”

I gave him a lofty look. “Lady Susan always had horrible wind. It was worse than the smell from the jakes! The spiderwort tea should clear her out. By rights, she should thank me.”

Ulric cast his gaze skyward and muttered something under his breath.

“Besides, I can’t go inside now. Mother said for me to stay out of her way because she is too busy getting ready for whoever it is who’s visiting Father.”

That wasn’t entirely true—my mother had actually snapped at me to get out from underfoot and do something helpful other than offer suggestions on how to break down the privy door, and what could be more helpful than tending the garden? The whole keep was gearing up for a visit from some important guest, and I would not want the garden to shame her.

“Get ye gone,” Ulric said, shooing me out of the garden. “Else I’ll tell your mother how you’ve spent the last few hours rather than tending to your proper chores. If you’re a good lass, perhaps I’ll help you with those roses later.”

I smiled, feeling as artless as a girl of seventeen could feel, and dashed out of the haven that was the garden and along the dark overhang that led into the upper bailey. It was a glorious almost-summer morning, and my father’s serfs were going about their daily tasks with less complaint than was normal. I stopped by the stable to check on the latest batch of kittens, picking out a pretty black-and-white one that I would beg my mother to let me keep, and was just on the way to the kitchen to see if I couldn’t wheedle some bread and cheese from the cooks when the dull thud of several horses’ hooves caught my attention.

I stood in the kitchen door and watched as a group of four men rode into the bailey, all armed for battle.

“Ysolde! What are you doing here? Why aren’t you up in the solar tending to Lady Susan? Mother was looking for you.” Margaret, my older sister, emerged from the depths of the kitchen to scold me.

“Did they get her out of the privy, then?” I asked in all innocence. Or what I hoped passed for it.

“Aye.” Her eyes narrowed on me. “It was odd, the door being stuck shut that way. Almost as if someone had done something to it.”

I made my eyes as round as they would go, and threw in a few blinks for good measure. “Poor, poor Lady Susan. Trapped in the privy with her bowels running amok. Think you she’s been cursed?”

“Aye, and I know by what. Or rather, who.” She was clearly about to shift into a lecture when movement in the bailey caught her eye. She glanced outside the doorway and quickly pulled me backwards, into the dimness of the kitchen. “You know better than to stand about when Father has visitors.”

“Who is it?” I asked, looking around her as she peered out at the visitors.

“An important mage.” She held a plucked goose to her chest as she watched the men. “That must be him, in the black.”

All of the men were armed, their swords and mail glinting brightly in the sun, but only one did not wear a helm. He dismounted, lifting his hand in greeting as my father hurried down the steps of the keep.

“He doesn’t look like any mage I’ve ever seen,” I told her, taking in the man’s easy movements under what must be at least fifty pounds of armor. “He looks more like a warlord. Look, he’s got braids in his hair, just like that Scot who came to see Father a few years ago. What do you think he wants?”

“Who knows? Father is renowned for his powers; no doubt this mage wants to consult him on arcane matters.”

“Hrmph. Arcane matters,” I said, aware I sounded grumpy.

Her mouth quirked on one side. “I thought you weren’t going to let it bother you anymore.”

“I’m not. It doesn’t,” I said defensively, watching as my father and the warlord greeted each other. “I don’t care in the least that I didn’t inherit any of Father’s abilities. You can have them all.”

“Whereas you, little changeling, would rather muck about in the garden than learn how to summon a ball of blue fire.” Margaret laughed, pulling a bit of grass from where it had been caught in the laces on my sleeve.

“I’m not a changeling. Mother says I was a gift from God, and that’s why my hair is blond when you and she and Papa are redheads. Why would a mage ride with three guards?”

Margaret pulled back from the door, nudging me aside. “Why shouldn’t he have guards?”

“If he’s as powerful a mage as Father, he shouldn’t need anyone to protect him.” I watched as my mother curtseyed to the stranger. “He just looks . . . wrong. For a mage.”

“It doesn’t matter what he looks like—you are to stay out of the way. If you’re not going to tend to your duties, you can help me. I’ve got a million things to do, what with two of the cooks down with some sort of a pox, and Mother busy with the guest. Ysolde? Ysolde!”

I slipped out of the kitchen, wanting a better look at the warlord as he strode after my parents into the tower that held our living quarters. There was something about the way the man moved, a sense of coiled power, like a boar before it charges. He walked with grace despite the heavy mail, and although I couldn’t see his face, long, ebony hair shown glossy and bright as a raven’s wing.

The other men followed after him, and although they, too, moved with the ease that bespoke power, they didn’t have the same air of leadership.

I trailed behind them, careful to stay well back lest my father see me, curious to know what this strange warrior-mage wanted. I had just reached the bottom step as all but the last of the mage’s party entered the tower, when that guard suddenly spun around.

His nostrils flared, as if he’d smelled something, but it wasn’t that which sent a ripple of goose bumps down my arms. His eyes were dark, and as I watched them, the pupil narrowed, like a cat’s when brought from the dark stable out into the sun. I gasped and spun around, running in the other direction, the sound of the strange man’s laughter following me, mocking me, echoing in my head until I thought I would scream.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

My eyelids, leaden weights that they were, finally managed to hoist themselves open. I stared directly into the dark brown eyes of a woman whose face was located less than an inch from mine, and screamed in surprise. “Aaagh!”

She leaped backwards as I sat up, my heart beating madly, a faint, lingering pain leaving me with the sensation that my brain itself was bruised.

“Who are you? Are you part of the dream? You are, aren’t you? You’re just a dream,” I said, my voice a croak. I touched my lips. They were dry and cracked. “Except those people were in some sort of medieval clothing, and you’re wearing pants. Still, it’s incredibly vivid, this dream. It’s not as interesting as the last one, but still interesting and vivid. Very vivid. Enough that I’m lying here babbling to myself during it.”

“I’m not a dream, actually,” the in-my-face dream woman said. “And you’re not alone, so if you’re babbling, it’s to me.”

I knew better than to leap off the bed, not with the sort of headache I had. Slowly, I slid my legs off the edge of the bed, and wondered if I stood up, if I’d stop dreaming and wake up to real life.

As I tried to stand, the dream lady seized my arm, holding on to me as I wobbled on my unsteady feet.

Her grip was anything but dreamlike. “You’re real,” I said with surprise.

“Yes.”

“You’re a real person, not part of the dream?”

“I think we’ve established that fact.”

I felt an irritated expression crawl across my face—crawl because my brain hadn’t yet woken up with the rest of me. “If you’re real, would you mind me asking why you were bent over me, nose-to-nose, in the worst sort of Japanese horror movie way, one that guaranteed I’d just about wet myself the minute I woke up?”

“I was checking your breathing. You were moaning and making noises like you were going to wake up.”

“I was dreaming,” I said, as if that explained everything.

“So you’ve said. Repeatedly.” The woman, her skin the color of oiled mahogany, nodded. “It’s good. You are beginning to remember. I wondered if the dragon within would not speak to you in such a manner.”

Dim little warning bells went off in my mind, the sort that are set off when you’re trapped in a small room with someone who is obviously a few weenies short of a cookout. “Well, isn’t this just lovely. I feel like something a cat crapped, and I’m trapped in a room with a crazy lady.” I clapped a hand over my mouth, appalled that I spoke the words rather than just thought them. “Did you hear that?” I asked around my fingers.

She nodded.

I let my hand fall. “Sorry. I meant no offense. It’s just that . . . well . . . you know. Dragons? That’s kind of out there.”

A slight frown settled between her brows. “You look a bit confused.”

“You get the understatement of the year tiara. Would it be rude to ask who you are?” I gently rubbed my forehead, letting my gaze wander around the room.

“My name is Kaawa. My son is Gabriel Tauhou, the silver wyvern.”

“A silver what?”

She was silent, her eyes shrewd as they assessed me. “Do you really think that’s necessary?”

“That I ask questions or rub my head? It doesn’t matter—both are, yes. I always ask questions because I’m a naturally curious person. Ask anyone; they’ll tell you. And I rub my head when it feels like it’s been stomped on, which it does.”

Another silence followed that statement. “You are not what I expected.”

My eyebrows were working well enough to rise at that statement. “You scared the crap out of me by staring at me from an inch away, and I’m not what you expected? I don’t know what to say to that since I don’t have the slightest idea who you are, other than your name is Kaawa and you sound like you’re Australian, or where I am, or what I’m doing here beyond napping. How long have I been sleeping?”

She glanced at the clock. “Five weeks.”

I gave her a look that told her she should know better than to try to fool me. “Do I look like I just rolled off the gullible wagon? Wait—Gareth put you up to this, didn’t he? He’s trying to pull my leg.”

“I don’t know a Gareth,” she said, moving toward the end of the bed.

“No . . .” I frowned as my mind, still groggy from the aftereffects of a long sleep, slowly chugged to life. “You’re right. Gareth wouldn’t do that—he has absolutely no sense of humor.”

“You fell into a stupor five weeks and two days ago. You have been asleep ever since.”

A chill rolled down my spine as I read the truth in her eyes. “That can’t be.”

“But it is.”

“No.” Carefully, very carefully, I shook my head. “It’s not time for one; I shouldn’t have one for another six months. Oh god, you’re not a deranged madwoman from Australia who lies to innocent people, are you? You’re telling me the truth! Brom! Where’s Brom?”

“Who is Brom?”

Panic had me leaping to my feet when my body knew better. Immediately, I collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud. My legs felt like they were made of rubber, the muscles trembling with strain. I ignored the pain of the fall and clawed at the bed to get back to my feet. “A phone. Is there a phone? I must have a phone.”

The door opened as I stood up, still wobbling, the floor tilting and heaving under my feet.

“I heard a—oh. I see she’s up. Hello, Ysolde.”

“Hello.” My stomach lurched along with the floor. I clung to the frame of the bed for a few seconds until the world settled down the way it should be. “Who are you?”

She shot a puzzled look to the other woman. “I’m May. We met before, don’t you remember?”

“Not at all. Do you have a phone, May?”

If she was surprised by that question, she didn’t let on. She simply pulled a cell phone out of the pocket of her jeans and handed it to me. I took it, staring at her for a moment. There was something about her, something that seemed familiar . . . and yet, I was sure I’d never seen her before.

Mentally, I shook away the fancies and began to punch in a phone number, but paused when I realized I had no idea where I was. “What country is this?”

May and Kaawa exchanged glances. May answered. “England. We’re in London. We thought it was better not to move you very far, although we did take you out of Drake’s house since he was a bit crazy, what with the twins being born and all.”

“London,” I said, struggling to peer into the black abyss that was my memory. There was nothing there, but that wasn’t uncommon after an episode. Luckily, a few wits remained to me, including the ability to remember my phone number.

The phone buzzed gently against my ear. I held my breath, counting the rings before it was answered.

“Yeah?”

“Brom,” I said, wanting to weep with relief at the sound of his placid, unruffled voice. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah. Where are you?”

“London.” I slid a glance toward the small, dark-haired woman who looked like she could have stepped straight out of some silent movie. “With . . . uh . . . some people.” Crazy people, or sane . . . that was yet to be determined.

“You’re still in London? I thought you were only going to be there for three days. You said three days, Sullivan. It’s been over a month.”

I heard the note of hurt in his voice. I hated that. “I know. I’m sorry. I . . . something happened. Something big.”

“What kind of big?” he asked, curious now.

“I don’t know. I can’t think,” I said, being quite literal. My brain felt like it was soaking in molasses. “The people I’m with took care of me while I was sleeping.”

“Oh, that kind of big. I figured it was something like that. Gareth was pissed when you didn’t come back. He called your boss and chewed him out for keeping you so long.”

“Oh, no,” I said, my shoulders slumping as I thought of the powerful archimage to whom I was an apprentice.

“It was really cool! You should have heard it. Dr. Kostich yelled at Gareth, and told him to stop calling, and that you were all right, but he wouldn’t say where you were because Gareth was always using you. And then Gareth said he’d better watch out because he wasn’t the only one who could make things happen, and then Kostich said oh yeah, and Gareth said yeah, his sister-in-law was a necromancer, and then Ruth punched him in the arm and bit his ear so hard it bled, and after that, I found a dead fox. Can I have fifty dollars to buy some natron?”

I blinked at the stream of information pouring into my ear, sorting out what must have been a horrible scene with Dr. Kostich, finally ending up on the odd request. “Why do you need natron?”

Brom sighed. “’Cause I found the dead fox. It’s going to need a lot of natron to mummify.”

“I really don’t think we need the mummy of a fox, Brom.”

“It’s my hobby,” he said, his tone weary. “You said I needed a hobby. I got one.”

“When you said you were interested in mummies, I thought you meant the Egyptian ones. I didn’t realize you meant you wanted to make your own.”

“You didn’t ask,” he pointed out, and with that, I could not dispute.

“We’ll talk about it when I get back. I suppose I should talk to Gareth,” I said, not wanting to do any such thing.

“Can’t. He’s in Barcelona.”

“Oh. Is Ruth there?”

“No, she went with him.”

Panic gripped me. “You’re not alone, are you?”

“Sullivan, I’m not a child,” he answered, sounding indignant that I would question the wisdom gained during his lifetime, all nine years of it. “I can stay by myself.”

“Not for five weeks you can’t—”

“It’s OK. When Ruth and Gareth left, and you didn’t come back, Penny said I could stay with her until you came home.”

I sagged against the bed, unmindful of the two women watching me so closely. “Thank the stars for Penny. I’ll be home just as soon as I can get on a plane. Do you have a pen?”

“Sec.”

I covered the phone and looked at the woman named May. “Is there a phone number I can give my son in case of an emergency?”

“Your son?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Yes. Here.”

I took the card she pulled from her pocket, reading the number off it to Brom. “You stay with Penny until I can get you, all right?”

“Geez, Sullivan, I’m not a ‘tard.”

“A what?” I asked.

“A tard. You know, a retard.”

“I’ve asked you not to use those sorts of . . . oh, never mind. We’ll discuss words that are hurtful and should not be used another time. Just stay with Penny, and if you need me, call me at the number I gave you. Oh, and Brom?”

“What?” he asked in that put-upon voice that nine-year-old boys the world over can assume with such ease.

I turned my back on the two women. “I love you bunches. You remember that, OK?”

“’K.” I could almost hear his eyes rolling. “Hey, Sullivan, how come you had your thing now? I thought it wasn’t supposed to happen until around Halloween.”

“It isn’t, and I don’t know why it happened now.”

“Gareth’s going to be pissed he missed it. Did you . . . you know . . . manifest the good stuff?”

My gaze moved slowly around the room. It seemed like a pretty normal bedroom, containing a large bureau, a bed, a couple of chairs and a small table with a ruffly cloth on it, and a white stone fireplace. “I don’t know. I’ll call you later when I have some information about when I’ll be landing in Madrid, all right?”

“Later, French mustachioed waiter,” he said, using his favorite childhood rhyme.

I smiled at the sound of it, missing him, wishing there was a way to magically transport myself to the small, overcrowded, noisy apartment where we lived so I could hug him and ruffle his hair, and marvel yet again that such an intelligent, wonderful child was mine.

“Thank you,” I said, handing the cell phone back to May. “My son is only nine. I knew he would be worried about what happened to me.”

“Nine.” May and Kaawa exchanged another glance. “Nine . . . years?”

“Yes, of course.” I sidled away, just in case one or both of the women turned out to be crazy after all. “This is very awkward, but I’m afraid I have no memory of either of you. Have we met?”

“Yes,” Kaawa said. She wore a pair of loose-fitting black palazzo pants and a beautiful black top embroidered in silver with all sorts of Aboriginal animal designs. Her hair was twisted into several braids, pulled back into a short ponytail. “I met you once before, in Cairo.”

“Cairo?” I prodded the solid black mass that was my memory. Nothing moved. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been in Cairo. I live in Spain, not Egypt.”

“This was some time ago,” the woman said carefully.

Perhaps she was someone I had met while travelling with Dr. Kostich. “Oh? How long ago?”

She looked at me silently for a moment, then said, “About three hundred years.”

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  • Posted April 4, 2010

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    This first Light Dragons fantasy is an amusing lighthearted frolic

    Tully Sullivan had her annual fugue too early this year. She is fortunate that kind Londoners looked after her while she slept away a month. Still somewhat rattled, she misses her beloved son Brom, but not her husband Gareth.

    Tully understands magic exists as she is an apprentice mage. However, even she is taken aback when she awakens from a fugue state surrounded by angry dragons; as everyone knows these beasts are mythical. However, her denial ends quickly when she learns they believe she is Ysolde de Boucher, the mate of the deadly black dragon Baltic. As his dragon spouse, she will be executed for his crimes against dragonkind and mankind. Tully has no time for execution as her son awaits her back in her realm. She figures step one is escape; step two is to beat the fiery snot out of her dragon mate wyvern the terrible Baltic; and the final step return to Brom. Instead she finds herself investigating crimes and Love in the Time of the Dragons.

    This first Light Dragons fantasy is an amusing lighthearted frolic held together by a female who has no memory of ever being a dragon in her past lives. Tully the terrific makes the tale fresh and exciting, as she follows her steps only to run into one fiasco after another especially once she meets Baltic the bad. Fans of Kate MacAlister's Silver Dragons will not see chocolate in the same way while appreciating the escapades of heroic Tully as she wanders the Dragon landscape she believes she has only seen in her dreams.

    Harriet Klausner

    17 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 14, 2010

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    Katie has never been better!

    I was so anxious to get my hands on this book that I was literally waiting for the mail man when this book was released. I LOVED this dragon book. I did not think I would find a hero I would love more than my beloved Dark Ones (no pun intended), but with this book I did. Every character has many facets, and I love that Baltic and Ysolde, both the stuff of legends until now, are finally getting there story told. There were several parts of the story that did not sit well with me, like Brom, (who is this kid and where did he come from?) but I loved having all of the dragons and their mates together in the majority of this novel, and I was just about dying with laughter at darling Jim and his snappy little retorts and observations throughout the story. Ysolde's sexual fantasies, and Baltic's reactions had me hooting with laughter through most of the book. I adored this book and am anxiously waiting the next one. Well done Katie!

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  • Posted October 21, 2010

    Used to love her...

    I was so confused in the beginning, even though I've read all of Katie MacAlister's novels (and mostly loved all of them). When I started to understand, things would get mixed up again, and then I was distracted by flat parody and immature jokes...

    The blend of humor, romance, and plot in her previous novels enthralled me until I read all of them. But now...it feels like she is depending on cheap laughs and exclamation points. It makes all of the characters weak and, well, immature, so I no longer love the characters that I used to. I don't understand the characters change often, simply because the plot and character development are buried under homosexual-porn jokes, making the romance feel forced, most times.

    I was so disappointed...I was looking forward to learning about Baltic. But hopefully the second in the series will be better. I just hope MacAlister lays off the exclamation points until she knows how to properly used them, because it feels like she time-traveled to sixth grade and wrote this novel. I know she has experience, and I know she's good, but it did not show here. Perhaps use subtlety instead of in-your-face!!!! jokes and you'll have me coming back for more.

    Please, please...let the next one be better.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 16, 2010

    Wow...

    This book had such potential, and sometimes MacAlister's amazing writing capabilities does show through. But her need for comic relief, constantly, just ruins the book totally. I felt like I was reading the work of some 13 year old girl who just didn't understand how to write in some parts, and others I couldn't believe that she'd ever written those horrible parts. This book was bipolar and the author couldn't decide whether she wanted it to be a farce or a serious book. There just wasn't a balance between humor and seriousness. It was honestly a waste of money, and I'm really angry. It wasn't good, it was mediocre.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 14, 2010

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    Interesting premise but...

    I'm not so sure about this one. Baltic has been portrayed as the big baddie for much of this series so to have there be a "he's just misunderstood" book kind of is an abrupt about face. But like Adrian in 'Sex, Lies and Vampires', I guess even the bad guy can just be good guy if you understand the circumstances.
    In this book I especially liked Tully's flashbacks to the past Ysolde/Baltic days and would have liked more of it. The pace of this book seemed too fast and Tully too accepting of her past life in too short of time. I hope as this series pans out that Tully and Baltic are fleshed out a lot more.

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  • Posted May 4, 2010

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    Loved it

    i hardly write reviews for books because what i wan't to say i can never put down on paper, but i had to try for this book. .....
    I looooooooooved it , i was laughing like a hyena on my ride to and from work, the story was witty and humorous,romantic. this is diffently a keeper to read over and over again. get the book or ebook you won't be sorry.

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  • Posted January 6, 2013

    I loved this book! over the course of the novel I fell in love w

    I loved this book! over the course of the novel I fell in love with Ysolde and Baltic, they are my new favorite couple of the weyr. I have read all the dragon novels thus far and was excited to start this one.  I cant say that I enjoyed the ending much, but was surprised how stubborn and cold-hearted the other septs are.  The positive side is that I'm eager to start the next book in the series.  Ysolde and Baltic have this wonderful old world bond that ties them to their past lives.  Which, to me, makes their bond stronger than any of the other wyverns and their mates (especially Cyrene and Kostya, I do not, at all, care for May's twin I find her an annoyance when she insists on being involved in the weyr business when she isent even a mate) .  This book is another wonderful addition to the dragon series by Kaite MacAlister.
    Keep writing more dragon novels Katie! I love them :D !     

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  • Posted September 19, 2011

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    3.5 Stars

    I have to admit that the whole first half of Love in the Time of Dragons confused the heck out of me and I almost put it down. Though this is the first book in the Light Dragon series it is not the first book in the vast and complex world Katie MacAlister has put together with these characters. Unless you do some major research like I ended up doing when I hit the middle of this book then I would very much suggest reading K.M.'s Aisling Grey: Gaurdian and Silver Dragons series before starting on this one or you might end up as lost as I did.

    The story transitioned from past to present, Tully to Ysolde, quite often and it was pretty choppy. You would finish one sentence and then in the next you were somewhere/someone else. Though after a while it wasn't so much of a surprise, it did take me out of the story for a moment to find my bearings. I enjoyed the character of Ysolde and though the Tully of today doesn't show a lot of her qualities I am hoping that she will slowly develop them in future installments as she ingrains herself more with her past life. Ysolde was brave and determined while Tully seems to be a bit flighty and lets others walk all over her. Though towards the end she does start to redeem herself in that quality by standing up for herself and those she loves. She was humorous however and a lot of her dialogue with Baltic was downright hilarious! I enjoyed Baltic as well. His character wasn't as developed as I felt it could be but I am hoping that that too will change in future installments and as we learn more about him. He is definitely a sexy man, er.dragon, who knows what he wants and goes after it.

    The secondary characters of Tully's son Brom and the demon dog Jim added another funny element to the overall story arc and helped push it along. There were a lot of introductions of characters though that again, if you aren't familiar with this world already is hard to keep up with. All the characters were quirky and interesting and by the end I did finally started to get the hang of this unique world K.M. has created, in fact I plan on getting the next book in the this series, The Unbearable Lightness of Dragons, this week.
    The plot was good with some interesting twists at the end and the suspense in the romance was well laid out. There were also a few sexy love scenes to keep lusty romance readers like myself happy and several drool worthy dragons to fantasize about, including the hero of the story. ;)

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  • Posted January 17, 2011

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    A little disappointed

    The story was great but the ending killed me. I hope things get resolved in the next book to my satisfaction. I loved the characters but there were a little to much comedy at times. I felt like saying "okay stop horsing around". Other than that it was a good story. I just wish I felt satisfied with the ending.

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  • Posted September 24, 2010

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    HILARIOUS!! & SEXY!!!

    this book had me laughing the whole time, i loved it and i cant wait till the next one comes out. if you wanna read something sexy, but funny too, THEN THIS IS YOUR BOOK ;]

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2010

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    I like the book but not the ending

    I liked this book and thought it was funny. I was upset at the ending because there were too many unanswered questions. I am glad there is a second book and I hope it answers the questions this book failed to do. The characters were funny but there were plenty of sad moments also. I was mad at the decision made towards Baltic and Tully. I honestly wanted to scream at some of them. I did enjoy the book excpet for the rude ending. Hopefull the next book will make up for this.

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  • Posted July 6, 2010

    WOW!

    Originally posted at: www.longandshortreviews.blogspot.com ***** This is a twisted tale of a woman who thinks she knows who she is and ends up finding out that the facts of her life are a lie and her true love is a monster.

    Tully is a wonderfully crafted character. She's warm, funny, and loyal, and has a knack for being the goose that lays the golden egg. Someone wants her to remain ignorant. Others demand she remember things that truly must come from a horror story and all Tully wants to do is get back to being an ordinary mom. Instead her mettle is tested when she slowly comes to terms with the truth of her life and has to battle mistrust, hate, diabolical machinations against her and the realization that she really does have a true love. Through it all she's a loving mom but even that relationship is a surprise for a reader. And I have to say, when she meets Baltic, things totally get interesting.

    I'm not sure what Baltic is. He's both good and bad and a whole lot of puzzle. He certainly loves Tully - that I never doubted. But dragon politics being what they are, the man is stubborn, arrogant, wily and totally hot. There's this scene where Tully tells him about one of her sexual fantasies that had me snickering. In fact, it's brought up again in a few well-timed places that kept me giggling and grinning from Baltic's reaction. Honest, that had to be one of the funniest moments in the entire book and Ms. MacAlister knows how to effectively milk a joke for all it's worth and I enjoyed every moment.

    There are plot twists and turns that kept me riveted. New characters that fascinated and old ones that allowed for a feeling of continuity and community for readers and fans of Ms. MacAlister's dragon books.

    This book stands alone just fine and enjoyment does not require having read any previous books, but it sure wouldn't hurt.

    The big revelation creates more questions than answers for me and ends up being a perfect hook for the next book. There is no way I'm going to miss it because I've got major curiosity invested after this story. The happily ever after is bittersweet because their future isn't going to be all flowers and wind chimes. There's a wild storm coming and I can't even imagine how Ms. MacAlister is going to have these two lovers weather it, but I've got my ticket for the ride and I can't wait. Awesome story and a definite recommend from me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2010

    Really good read

    I love katie MacAlister. I've been reading the books about all the dragons I love Ashling Grey Series. But the novels of the silver Dragons for me felt a little flat. This book makes up for it. Great read I read it in about 5 hours. FANTASTIC. I cannot wait for the second one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2010

    Definitely Not a Feel Good Book and Kinda Disappointing.

    I was definitely not impressed by this book. The plot was rather thin and confusing as were the characters. Not an very original book with a disappointing ending. If you are looking for a feel good book than this is definitely not the book for you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2012

    I really like this one!

    Great story, glad to see some of the questions being answered about Baltic! Must read previous books for this srory to really make any sence.

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  • Posted April 2, 2012

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    Meh!

    If you found out you were a famous fire-breather, you’d be freaked out too.

    Tully Sullivan is just like any other suburban mom—unless you count the days every year that she zones out and turns base metals in to gold. Those are weird.

    And now she’s woken up in a strange place surrounded by strange people who keep insisting they’re dragons—and that she’s one too. But not just any dragon. She’s Ysolde de Bouchier, a famed figure from dragon history.

    Tully can’t shape-shift or breathe fire, and she’s definitely not happy being sentenced to death for the misdeeds of a dragon mate she can’t remember. All Tully knows is that she wants her son back. So she’ll have to find a way to solve the crimes of a past she has no memory of living…

    Tully wakes up, away from home for over five weeks and within the care of people convinced she's someone she's not, especially someone who is a dragon! She struggles to remember her current life while being bombarded with memories/dreams of a past life and knows her two contrasting worlds could never lead to a good end. Thus, she must face some strange truths while trying to blend her past with her present/future.

    I'll just say it . . . I'm not a fan of Katie MaCalister. I think I decided to check this book out since it was new in a series and sounded somewhat intriguing (plus I needed a new audio-book for walks around the park on Sundays), but then I forget how much I thoroughly dislike MaCalister's characters - esp. her female leads! The majority of her characters are way too kooky for my taste (I mean, come on...a dog demon...seriously?) and too oddly comical (not in a good way) without any enjoyable substance. I never really get the humor in the books either, but I did finish this tale hoping it would get better and felt utterly let-down at the end. It was a total 'MEH' read for me. Honestly, I just felt so lost listening to the chapters with the characters silly reactions to certain life-changing events and their NON-reactions to others that it just left my flabbergasted overall. Also, I had no emotional connection/bond with anyone pivotal figure in the story since the two protagonists were my least favorite people/dragon/whatever and many of the side-characters were just too irritating & peculiar (ex: son obsessed with mummification), so here's hoping more of you enjoy this book than I did.

    Likes: I had high hopes that the whole concept of 'mate forgets mate, mate meets mate again' would be more substantial and momentous in a book, but this story was just so mellow about it that it felt so unexceptional and shall I say it . . . 'blah'.

    Dislikes: Could Tully be more of an dull lead? She came off a so naive that I was truly shocked by many of her mannerisms and scatterbrained actions.

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  • Posted June 6, 2010

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    Loved It!

    I'm new to the paranormal romance stories, being a highland romance reader at heart. So what drew to me to this book was the author, Katie MacAlister. I'd read Men in Kilts and fell in love with the humor she weaves into her stories, besides the romance, action and mystery. Well this one did not disappoint and exceeded my expectation, particularly on the humor, although I do wish there was a bit more romance sustained throughout the story. The paranormal aspects were interesting and not too over the top. As I said, I have only just started reading paranormal so I did not know what to expect as what would make a good paranormal story. I like the way she writes strong female characters and surrounds them with many other interesting characters as well. And Baltic, {sigh},I loved his struggle with his innate caveman tendencies set in a modern world where he just had to get over it to keep his 'mate' Tully. But my most favorite character in this book was 'Jim', the demon dog. He just made this story even more interesting. I could not stop laughing aloud at the things he would come out with. He has to be the king of the one-liners, easily. For Jim alone, this was well worth the read. Tully's son Brom had some interesting hobbies and Tully's character as Mom does a good job at keeping them in perspective.

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  • Posted May 22, 2010

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    Original Characters

    I found this book a bit confusing. The way the main character moved back and forth from her past life memories and the present was hard to follow. That being said, I did enjoy the book. I found Baltic a completely original male lead. His manor of speaking made me laugh. Brom and Jim were both curiously endearing.

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  • Posted May 21, 2010

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    Love Baltic!

    I'm a huge fan of ALL of Katie MacAlister's books - especially the Dragon books. That being said, I wasn't too sure about this new group of dragons - and Baltic - he was a villian - I expected to not like this book as much as the Drake novels. Boy was I wrong. I love the character of Baltic! He is one of my favorite characters now. I recommend this book. But you need to read the other books to get the rather long back story - and be able to get the most out of the plot. Fortunately for new readers, you are going to LOVE all these dragon books. They are funny, interesting and sexy. A great escapist read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 14, 2010

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    Love her books

    I couldn't put this one down. Had me cracking up from start to finish & in the end, I was rooting for Baltic, the misunderstood dragon. can't wait for the continuation of the Light Dragons' story......

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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