Evangeline is a woman with no memories of her past. Even her name isn't her own—which presents nightmarish consequences when she finds herself pursued by sword wielding dragon shifters who think she can lead them to the Flame of Creation.

Kameron Gildraken, Prince of the golden dragon clan, has arrived on Middle Earth to find the Flame of Creation—stolen from the people of Hy-Brasil by his rival for the throne. Without its light to hold back the darkness, the realm is doomed.

But he has no clue of where to look and he must move fast if he is to have a chance of outwitting the assassins on his tail and make it back through the gateway before it closes.

Is Evangeline the key? Or a dead end that's about to be a really dead end?

Excerpt—Evangeline bit her lip. "I don't know if anybody ever told you, but you're pretty foul tempered when you're tense," she muttered.
"Aye, I'm tense," he growled. "If ye'd stop rubbing yer ... axe wound against the small of me back I'd be a sight less tense and foul tempered."