How long had Shivnath been watching? Those alien thoughts that had saved her from unraveling earlier—had they come from the great emerald dragon? Her mind had been cloaked at the time, so by all rights, Shivnath shouldn’t have been able to speak to her telepathically.
But, Keriya reasoned, there were loopholes in every law of man and magic . . . and Shivnath knew how to exploit them all.
She turned and found the god and guardian of the Smarlands behind her on the western edge of the plateau. It was a testament to Shivnath’s grandeur that she was not overshadowed by the scores of sparkling dragons swooping by.
In fact, Shivnath outshone them all.
While they were beautiful, she was stunning. The graceful curves of her body, the noble arch of her neck, the sculpted lines of her skull—they
