QSFer M.D. Grimm has a new MM high fantasy romance out: On Wings of Fate.
Every story has an ending…
Connor always had memories of lives not his own. Snippets of conversations and awful yearning have dogged his steps and made him question his sanity. His only anchor is his sister and her belief in his stories of a cosmic black dragon. His obsession leads him to search for answers among the sacred mountains of the world… and what he finds is almost more than he can handle.
Asagoroth, the last dragon, has awakened after centuries of slumber, ready to reclaim his angel and their love. Undeterred that his angel is in the body of a human, Asagoroth embraces him as his own. But the world has changed. The children have become violent and destructive. And the former conqueror of realms has run out of patience.
For the love he and Asagoroth have shared over eons, Connor must find the courage to take the final step on his quest for immortality… and through their love, he hopes to save humanity from draconic retribution.
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Excerpt
Connor came back to himself when a roar threatened to shatter his eardrums. He curled into the fetal position and covered his head as pebbles fell from above, stinging when they scraped his skin.
Oh God. How could this—?
He peeked around his arms as Asagoroth stood, fire churning under his scales, flashing deadly light when he moved. It was so brilliant in the darkness of the cavern, and Connor blinked rapidly but couldn’t look away.
Rage brightened Asagoroth’s eyes and swept through their mental connection, burning a path in its wake. Connor tightened his grip on his head, grimacing as the worst migraine of his life threatened to shatter his skull.
Asagoroth bellowed again before reaching over and scooping Connor into his claws. Connor screamed, unable to keep his terror contained any longer. It drowned out any elation he might feel, and his poor, modern mind gibbered in shrieking panic that a cosmic predator had him in his clutches. He shoved and kicked at Asagoroth’s claws, knowing it was hopeless, but unable to stay still.
“Let me go!”
Heat flared and stole his breath when Asagoroth spewed an inferno at the stones above them. As the granite freaking melted, Asagoroth slammed into them, shattering them with his might. He clawed his way to the surface, destroying the mountain that had been his sanctuary for several millennia.
But through it all, Connor was kept safe and tucked against his chest…An instinctive fear flashes through him at the thought of his little, itty-bitty body lying in a monstrously large, clawed paw. It is there and gone again since he knows Asagoroth will never harm him. But it is intimidating to see the serrated glossy black claws rising, encircling him. Yet his palm is smooth, warm, and makes a delightful bed.
Asagoroth used three clawed limbs, teeth, and fire to tunnel his way to freedom. Connor ceased fighting and curled into a ball again, caged by Asagoroth’s clenched fist. Connor was jostled and his head continued to throb but considering the chaos around him, he was relatively secure…He feels something warm brush against him and looks to see it is Asagoroth’s paw. He shimmers, his wings intangible, before curling into Asagoroth’s palm. Asagoroth closes his talons around him, carefully enfolding him in warmth and safety.
Memories of lives past penetrated Connor’s befuddled mind, and then sunlight hit his face. He took a deep breath of fresh air, realizing he’d almost suffocated from the heat of the dragon’s fire.
Asagoroth stretched out his neck and roared again, enormous wings spread wide, his tail smashing the bit of mountain remaining. Dragon’s Perch crumbled as if it were made of chalk. The cacophony had Connor pressing his hands over his ears again. He realized Asagoroth was no longer in his mind, and for some absurd reason, he felt abandoned.
Connor’s stomach jolted and twisted when Asagoroth leapt into the air before diving. Connor could barely see through the gaps in Asagoroth’s claws, and he watched the ground rush toward them before those claws disappeared, and he was deposited gently onto the beach, a fair distance from the destruction.
He gasped and glanced over his shoulder as Asagoroth swooped away, his mighty wings giving him more speed than a fighter plane. Soon he was gone as if he’d never existed.
Connor collapsed and cried, too overwhelmed to gain control over himself. He was elated and scared, feeling cherished and abandoned. Everything was a contradiction, and he didn’t know what to think or what to do.
“Connor! Connor!”
His breath hitched. Oh God. Linnie! She’d been on that mountain but… she was running toward him. Safe. Sound.
Thank God.
“Linnie,” he croaked.
She threw herself at him and tugged him into her lap squeezing what little breath he had left. He didn’t mind at all. He gripped her close, burying his face into her neck, needing her as an anchor to calm the storm inside him…his head is lying on something soft and cool. Gentle hands are stroking his hair. He grimaces as sharp pain spikes continuously through his wing and shoulder. Cracking his eyes open, his vision is blurry for a moment before sharpening to show him the inside of a monstrous cave.
“What happened? Connor? Little brother, please say something. I thought I saw… did I really see…?”
Connor took a deep breath and pulled back to meet her frantic gaze.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Asagoroth is back. My fucking dragon is back.”
Author Bio
M.D. Grimm decided to become an author in the second grade (kind of young to make life decisions, but whatever) and nothing has changed since then (well, plenty of things, actually, but not that!). Thankfully, she has indulgent parents who let her dream but also made sure she understood she’d need a steady job to pay the bills (they never let her forget it!). After graduating from the University of Oregon and majoring in English (let’s be honest: useless degree, what else was she going to do with it?), she started on her writing career and couldn’t be happier. Working by day and writing by night (or any spare time she can carve out), she enjoys embarking on romantic quests and daring adventures (living vicariously, you could say) and creating characters that always triumph against the villain (or else what’s the point?), finding their soul mate in the process.
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