Phileas, Guardian of Oasis, has lost his heart to young and psychically gifted Serazina. He's sure she'll never fall in love with an ultra-logical, humorless bore who's almost as old as her father.
A sudden international crisis distracts him from his misery. The desert land of Etrenzia, facing rebellion from tribal minorities, claims that Oasis is encouraging the insurgents.
Elissia, Serazina's sister, who's been working in Etrenzia, brings home her lover, a rebel leader, for a visit. Though he gives the Oasan leaders priceless information about Etrenzia's covert mind control and human breeding programs, his attempt to coerce Phileas into supporting the rebels earns him a deportation ticket.
Elissia breaks up with him but insists that she must return to Etrenzia to finish her project. A few weeks later, she is abducted.
Phileas comforts Serazina so tenderly that she discovers her love for him, but she insists on going to Etrenzia and rescuing Elissia. Envisioning her wandering in the desert without a plan, he knows he must accompany her.
Together they brave the perils of giant snakes and sandstorms in a country where shifting alliances and overt hostility threaten them. They don't know that they are being lured to the desert for a purpose far more sinister than their worst fears.
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.