Wings of Arian

Kiora thought she had never heard a lie
until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on
nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real.
Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.

With Aleric telling her that evil is
knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a
choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.

She reluctantly dips her toe into her new
existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who
wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.

However, this journey was never meant
to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and
utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non -magical, (albeit
gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives,
but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.

And now it comes down to this, If you
had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from
evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on
those very questions.