Legends say that the emergence of the Rainbow Dragon will initiate a new age-but they fail to mention what this means.
The birth of Jade, a dragon with all the right bloodlines, has caused rising anxiety about this imminent and mystifying era. In an effort to stem hysteria, an ancient dragon names the coming era the Great Transformation, but this title does little to console those who already feel the tides of chaos disrupting their lives.
Conditions reach an explosive level when:
Gabbro Frost, son of Malvern, the now-deceased international criminal and would-be tyrant and assassin, comes back to Northern Oasis after years of exile. Since Malvern attempted more than once to murder Phileas, former Guardian of Oasis, and his wife, its Heroine, Gabbro's return alarms them and everyone who knew his father. The more he acts like the quiet schoolteacher he says he is, the more suspicious people become.
Sixteen-year-old Zinnia, Phileas and Serazina's daughter, finds the shockingly candid memoir of Zena, co-founder of Oasis, and learns that her ancestress was both a sexual rebel and the favorite harem slave of the Emperor of Tamaras. When the memoir goes public, many Oasans protest the tarnished image of their heroine.
The southern region of Oasis, whose citizens have for centuries resented what they feel is an inferior and far less prosperous status, calls for secession from the callous and degenerate North. After the release of the memoir, riots break out.
Is it any wonder some are beginning to fear that the Great Transformation will become the Greatest Disaster?
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About the Author
On my mother's side of the family, I come from a line of storytellers. My grandmother's stories ranged from my grandfather's arrest for draft resistance in England during World War I, the uncertainty of life during the Troubles in Ireland, to the day she decided to leave her marriage (but didn't). My mother's stories described a rural childhood that to a child of a suburb of little boxes seemed idyllic. Both of them encouraged me to read and provided me with books to feed a growing habit. When I was seven or eight, I discovered mythology, and the gods and goddesses in those tales were as real to me as the dragons and cats in my own stories are now. Thanks to my early training in fantasy, I like to hang out with dragons. Accepting the bizarre directions my imagination takes has allowed me to conjure up Zen cats, cougars, gossip-vending hawks, and other critters. Currently I live in upstate New York on a wooded piece of land not unlike some of the terrain in Big Dragons Don't Cry. Since 2000 I've belonged to the online writers' group, Artistic License, subtitled Shameless Blameless Hussies. They've read all my books, but don't blame them if you find errors, because they're shameless. I also paint, and the art on my book cover is one of my watercolors.