Dark fantasy · Written in central Maine
A woman from Augusta, Maine, starts dreaming of dragons. Then a king with black scales comes looking for her, and the world under her ordinary life opens up.
The books
Kristen is thirty-three, works in a lab in Augusta, and talks to her mother most days. On a Tuesday in late October she sees something in the sky she can't explain. The next day, a stranger finds her on her lunch break, and he knows things about her he shouldn't.
Before long she is on Dragon Isle, an island hidden in fog, living under the tower of a dragon king who crossed the sea to find her.
Buy on AmazonKristen has chosen Dragon Isle, and now she has to live there. Children and dragons play on the same beaches. Families gather at the castle. Across the island, an old enemy is still pulling strings, and the far shore holds a sister who has never once taken human form.
Buy on AmazonThe war book. A wedding, a coronation, and courts from every dragon land arriving at once, along with someone who wants the new queen dead.
Follow for the releaseFrom the author
I live in Vassalboro, Maine, and I wanted to write about a woman who could be any of us here. Kristen has a job in Augusta, a mom she talks to, and an ordinary week. Then dragons find her.
In these books, magic shows up in dreams first. So Kristen's dreams pull her into the dragon world before she knows it's real: a white sand beach, a red claw in the sand, a die that sinks out of reach.
I'm not writing one story and stopping. I've built ten dragon lands, a language called Dreak, a glass city made from the scales of dragons who fell in war, and I plan to keep writing in this world for the rest of my life. These books are the way in.
Heidi Tucker
Notes from the world
The dragons' tongue has no sounds that close the lips. Try it: no b, no m, no p. Every word is spoken with the mouth open.
Every dragon carries the fire inside, even in human form. Their skin is warm to the touch, and they can heat a cup of tea with their hands.
A basin with a floor of glass, fused from the scales of war-dead by white dragonfire. Seven healing wells. No one dies alone there.
He eats the island's bad dreams. Most people on Dragon Isle never know he's there until the night he isn't.
Talk to me
In person
I sign books at craft fairs around central Maine. Bring your copy or buy one at my table, and I'll write your name in it.
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