Malvern Frost, the crafty villain who tried to overthrow the land of Oasis in Big Dragons Don't Cry, has escaped from prison and fled to Dolocairn, a mountainous land where drug lords control the economy and threaten the rule of the priestess cult. They've allied with Frost to use amnesiac and possibly fatal drugs to engineer Frost's escape and incite a race riot.
Phileas, Guardian of Oasis, aware that these thugs will continue to try to undermine the fabric of his country, considers the possibility that drug lords could cause further chaos by withdrawing the flow of drugs into his country. When Serazina, the newest and youngest member of the ruling Council, proposes the legalization of drugs, the other members initially respond with hostility to both the idea and Serazina, but when they realize that no other way to combat their shadowy adversaries may exist, they reconsider.
The air dragons of Dolocairn, no longer honored in human worship and troubled by their own fears of the powerful drug cartel, come to Oasis to seek assistance. In response, Druid, Water Dragon of Destiny, Tara, the Chosen Kitten, and Serazina, volunteer to go into that dangerous land and uncover the intentions of both the big-time pushers and the mysterious High Priestess. They know that the spy business in Dolocairn is a deadly one.
Now, when alliances in that icy land seem to be shifting as easily as snow slides down a mountains, and Frost takes every opportunity to convince the people of Dolocairn that Oasis is their enemy, conditions could hardly be more dangerous for the trio of spies. They will be lucky to get out alive.
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.