Author: Adrienne Woods
Series: The Dragonian Series
Publisher: GMTA Publishing Mythos Press
Release Date: Nov 20 2013
Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year-old Elena Watkins was no different.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena is in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena’s heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh and the only way Elena’s going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales. Now it’s time for Elena to believe in…herself.
For the love of blueberries, Elena Watkins was destined for greatness, even though she didn’t know it. Forced to travel from home to home every three months Elena’s life was a never ending blur of new towns and new faces, that is, until the night her father was killed by a creature she thought only existed in fairy tales – a dragon. With her father’s death leaving her orphaned, Elena is whisked away to her true birthplace, Paegeia.
Arriving at Dragonia Academy, the premier school for young Dragonians, she begins to feel a sense of belonging in this strange world; a school she was never meant to attend because her father was a dragon. Elena is soon swept up in the rigor of her new life and the new set of skills she now needs to survive: Latin, Art of War, and Enchantments.
Entranced by her new reality Elena learns about the dragons and humans who inhabit her new home. There are two classes of dragons that soar through Paegeia distinguished by their instinctual pretense for either good or darkness. The distinction between these two very different species is vital to Elena’s success in her new world because she has been marked as a Dragonian, a human preordained to ride and tame a dragon of her very own.
With the help of her new friends, Elena is able to navigate the complexities of her new home. Her new roommates Becky and Sammy are even more amazing then she could have ever imaged and to top it all off, Sammy was a dragon. Sammy’s is also the devoted sister of Blake, the most attractive boy at school and the Rubicon; the only dragon of his kind with the abilities of all the dragon species with a pretense for evil. Elena soon finds the love she always wanted with Lucian, the Prince of Tith, who actively pursues Elena throughout her time at Dragonia Academy, winning her heart with his absolute adoration and unshaken dedication.
Unbeknownst to Elena danger is lurking behind the enchanted vines concealing the once thriving capital of Paegeia – Etan. Goran, the darkest sorcerer to ever practice his evil arts in the realm, has lain dormant for over a century behind the crumbling city. The first step in his menacing plan is to destroy the only weapon that can kill him – the King of Lion Sword.
When the sword is stolen Elena doesn’t think twice about seeking it; knowing deep down that it is her destiny to save her new home. She travels to the Sacred Cavern, and discovers the nefarious actions of an unknown man lead to the swords destruction as she follows the trail revealed in the prophetic waters of the cavern.
Elena and her friends engage the mysterious man revealing their existence to Goran and fighting for their very lives.
About The Author
I was born and raised in South Africa, where I still live with my husband, and two beautiful little girls. I always knew that I was going to be a writer but it only started to happen about four years ago, now I can’t stop writing.
In my free time, If I get any because Moms don’t really have free time, I love to spend time with friends, if it’s a girls night out, or just a movie, I’m a very chilled person.
My writing career is starting with Firebolt, book one with the Dragonian Series, there will be four books in total and two to three books that is about the stories taking place inside The Dragonian Series.
I do write in different Genres, I have a woman’s fiction called the Pregnancy Diaries, but it would be published under another name. And then I have a paranormal series, called the Watercress series. There are about ten novels in that one.
So, plenty of novels to come out, so little time.
I hope you are going to embrace the Dragonian Series as much as I loved writing them.
Rating: 5 glasses of wine! (Yay for good books!)
While browsing through GMTA Publishing’s website, my eye caught the words I very rarely see when looking at an international indie publishing website. SOUTH-AFRICA. Not only did this author just happen to live in my country, but she also just happened to live in a neighbouring town. Well of course that meant I had to get my hands on the book. A couple of Facebook Messages later and I was devouring Firebolt. I couldn’t put it down.
As I started reading it, I was fondly reminded of another YA book I read not so long ago, Laura Catherine’s Djinn’s. Both books featured a young girl on the run with her father, never settling down for long in one place. But when Elena’s father turned into a dragon and fought of their attackers, I pretty much sat there with my mouth agape. I’ve read books about dragons. Dragon Riders, people who have a very deep connection with the mind of a dragon, even people who train dragons. Have I ever read a book about people turning into dragons? NO!
So, naturally, this was something new for me and of course I was intrigued. Who were these attackers, why were they after them? Why was Elena and her father on the run for basically their whole lives? Why, if Elena’s father is a dragon, did he never tell her he was one? Why all the secrecy? With every page I read, more and more questions came to mind and not all of them have been answered.
Elena. our heroine, is a sixteen year old girl, who just found out her whole life was a lie. She’s a bit naive (but hey, you would be too, in her shoes) and she’s a bit annoying and overbearing, but show me a teenager who isn’t and I’d give you every book I own. Like all teenagers, she has her own little catchphrase-for the love of blueberries- but it does get used a bit too much. But I really do love this character. Considering all she’s been through and her naivety, she’s a strong, growing character and she’s more than willing to risk her life for a world where she’s not even sure if she fits in.
I’m rooting for a love triangle, because I like when romance gets messy, and it would just make sense for a Lucian/Elena/Blake kind of mess. I think it’s inevitable, because of the theories running around in my head. But for those of you who want to know, you’d have to go find out for yourself i.e get the book dammit!
I really loved this book. It’s right up there with Harry Potter and The Inheritance Cycle. The heroine isn’t a pitiful character like Bella in the Twilight books, the plot is great and the mystery just keeps building. I’ve still got a ton of questions and Adrienne won’t answer them, she just keeps telling me to wait for the next book. So please, join my community of frustrated readers with unanswered questions waiting for the next book in a series.
It’s well worth it!
Name: Elena Watkins
Favorite Food: Breakfast, Bacon, eggs, toast….
Favorite Drink: Soda
Favorite Saying: For the love of Blueberries
Ability: None, she hasn’t ascended yet
Biggest Dream: To fulfil her destiny, whatever that might be
Biggest Fear: That Lucian will get married to Arianna
Strong Points: She can adapt fast to her surroundings
Weak Points: Afraid of heights
Personality: Elena has so many fears in her life and when he father got killed by a dragon, she’s thrown into the deep side and have to cope in a new world filled with dragons and magic. But she has a sense of humour that helps her through all the difficult times and a strength she never knew she had. She always tries to do the right thing and it sometimes leads her to more awkward situations. She thinks rational and logical but learned that sometimes you have to rely on your gut. She’s easy to connect with and loves her new life in Paegeia, even though it’s a crazy one. She has a dark mark which put a lot of pressure on her shoulders of doing great things.
If you like to know more about Elena, get your copy of Firebolt, Book1 in the Dragonian Series. Available at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, Kobo, and Exclusive Books
Interview with Elena Watkins
I’ve had the pleasure of meeting another character, a beautiful girl named Elena. This is what she had to say.
Me: Elena, welcome, tell us a bit about yourself.
EW: (She looks at the carpet, a bit nervous.) What can I say, I’m 16, have moved around more times in my life that I can count on my fingers and toes, and as much as dragons frighten me, I sort of dig them.
(We both give nervous laughs.)
Me: I know exactly what you mean. How did you land in the world with all its dragons and riders?
EW: (Her eyes start to tear up, but she sniffs, and wipes a strand of blonde hair from her face.)My dad used to tell me stories about them when I was little. For some reason I can’t remember all the details, but I do remember that it was a special world hidden from the human realm where dragons and magic are real, like you are in front of me. We used to run away every three months. I never knew from what until that night. (She looks at the carpet) It wasn’t an easy life, and as much as I hated every single time we fled, I would gladly do it again if it meant having my dad back.
(My throat tightens up.) Me: You mean that your dad is no longer with us anymore?
EW: (She shakes her head.) He died the night five dragons attacked us on Interstate 40.
(I fell emotional with her, even though I never met her father.) Me: Is that how you ended up in Paegeia?
EW: (She nods). I didn’t know the ins and outs of how I got to the infirmary in Dragonia Academy, only that a guy, or should I say a dragon, named Matt rescued me and took me to Paegeia because of my dark mark.
Me: So you have the mark of the riders too?
EW. Yeah, it’s not so great knowing that soon you’ll have to fight a dragon that is twenty times your size, but how can I share my fear with my two best friends? One is part of a dent, something that is way out of this world. I mean her dragon, George, used to hate her, but after she claimed him, he started to hang on to every word that crossed her lips as if it was the last thing she would ever say. The dent thing is still a bit confusing, but they say it’s rare, and a bond like that can never be broken. My other friend, Sammy, is a Fire – Tail. A dragon that can incinerate your butt on the spot. I don’t think she would do it though.
(I give her a small smile.) Me: So you don’t want to be a dragon rider?
EW: Would you like to claim something that can breathe fire, or acid. Not to mention flying on one. I did it once, not so cool. I thought I was going to die.
Me: You flew on a dragon?
EW: Yes, it was a dumb thing to do, and I will never do it again. I will die if my friends find out that I’m afraid of heights.
(I give a small laugh.) Me: I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.
(She laughs too.) EW: You understand now why I don’t want to be a Dragonian. (She sighs.) I’ve got no choice though. My mark is very dark. They’ve say they never seen one this dark, although plenty of the board members of Dragonia Academy think I don’t belong inside their school because of what my father was; a dragon. I’m the first offspring of a dragon that’s been born with the dragon rider’s mark.
(My face grows in terror.) Me: Your father was a dragon? ( I look at my charts. They should’ve told me that she was a dragon.) Are you a dragon?
EW: (She giggles) No, although my father’s one, a human and dragon offspring doesn’t have a dragon form. I’m human. As far as my father being a dragon, I guess I should’ve seen that one, but I never did. He was really good hiding it. He was one of the Metallic Dragons, the good type, and they say that the Metallics can go years without their dragon form. So I guess that’s what Dad did.
Me: Okay, let’s move over to the lighter side. Do you have a special someone?
EW: (She gives me that smile, the one you give whenever you think about your special someone.) Yes, but he’s royalty and I’m just a commoner. I’m sure they used to hang people like me in the old days.
Me: Is his name Lucian?
EW: Have you met him? (She seems to be a totally different person. Her face lights up and her smile would go all the way around her head, if it wasn’t for her ears.)
Me: I had the pleasure. He is a true gentleman.
EW: He is.
Well, Elena. I guess that was it. I would love to chat more with you and how you feel about everything but our time is up. So I guess I just have to find out more about you in Firebolt. Thank you so much for joining me today and I wish you all the luck with riding on dragons.
EW: Me riding on dragons that will never happen again, but thanks for having me here. It was nice talking to someone normal.
We both laugh and she gets up, gives me a wave as she exits and vanishes.
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A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.
The bedroom door hitting the wall expelled the thought from my mind. With his hand tangled up in his copper hair and with huge brown eyes, Dad’s figure filled the entire doorway. “Pack your bags.” He had that set to his jaw, the one that meant there was no way out of this. He bolted out of the room just as suddenly as he had appeared.
My teeth ground hard against each other, and the sharp pain behind my eyes, I guessed from the lack of sleep, grew stronger. Every fibre of my being wanted to explode.
Ever since I could remember my name, Dad and I had been on the run. From what? Beats me.
For the last two weeks, I’d been pacing up and down through the house, struggling to fall asleep at night, waiting for this day.
For the love of blue berries, no sixteen-year old should live this way!
I climbed off my bed, and the first step I took left my toe tangled in the wide leg of my jeans. I tried to regain my balance as the closet inched closer, but with wildly flailing arms, I came crashing down. The thud reverberated across the wooden floor, and it sounded as if I’d broken something.
Dad darted back into my room. “Are you okay?” He lifted me back onto my feet as if I weighed nothing.
Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes, threatening to burst, as I stared up at him.
“Don’t give me that look, Elena. Please, we need to hurry.” He pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and chucked it haphazardly onto my bed. “We need to go. Now.”
He started to grab my clothes from the shelf and tossed them messily inside my small suitcase. Then he paused, sighed, and looked up with soft eyes. He stroked the side of my cheek with his hand gently. “This wasn’t the right place, bear. Please, you’ve got to trust me.”
His hand reached back to pull everything off my shelf, while my hands curled up into balls of fury. My heart pounded fast as those two words bounced inside my skull. “Trust you, Dad?”
“Elena, we don’t have much time,” he yelled. “Pack your bags! You can ask questions later.” He left, and the hollow “doof” sound from his footsteps stomped loudly as he made his way into the hall.
Ask questions? Yeah right! I’ll only get answers that don’t reveal why we are on the run for the gazillionth time.’ “Trust me” and “I’ll tell you when the time is right” were the only two answers Dad gave. ‘Guess time with him will never be right.’
It was no use arguing with him anyway. The last time, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out without any of my things.
So I grabbed the stuff I needed: my mp3 player, a photo of Mom that Dad didn’t know I had, and my journal from underneath my bed. I tossed them into my backpack. It wasn’t much, but it was the stuff that made my miserable life felt less pathetic. I zipped up my suitcase and took a deep breath. Looking around my bedroom for the last time, I said goodbye to my sixtieth-something room.
Dad almost ran me over in the hall with his army bag slung over his shoulder. He grumbled, which I assumed was an apology, took my suitcase, and ran down the stairs. He always rented these huge old houses, pre-furnished and near the countryside, and we always left after three months.
The pickup’s horn honked as I shut the front door. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Just two more years, then I’ll be eighteen and free from this freak show. Huge raindrops fell hard onto the ground. The smell of wet dirt filled the air. It was my favorite smell.
The water that pooled on the ground covered all the gaps in the driveway, forcing me to hopscotch around all of them. My shoe got caught in one of the gaps and I smacked down hard in a huge puddle. By the time I reached the truck, my jeans and shoes were soaking wet.
Warm heat from the vents inside the truck hit me full blast as I jumped in; a million goose pimples erupted across my skin. As soon as I shut the rusty door, Dad floored the gas pedal. Tires screeched and the truck spun away as if the Devil chased us. My lower lip quivered softly as he swerved onto the road. The streetlights flew by in a blur as I plugged in my earpieces. The same stupid song about a miracle boomed from my mp3, drowning the sound of the engine and the hard dribbles on the roof, a percussion that became the perpetual soundtrack to my misery.
A feeling of utter loneliness consumed my heart as I stared out the window. Homes with white picket fences and the convenient store whizzed by in a flash. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said goodbye, and my breath on the glass created a foggy condensation. Reaching out my index finger, I drew a small heart. These were the reasons why Mom had left. She couldn’t handle his paranoia, but why she’d left her daughter to deal with it was a mystery. Dad constantly reminded me of the latter, and that was the only time he ever spoke of her. If he ever discovered I had that picture, he would kill me. That was how much he hated her for leaving us.
The lights of a vehicle in the upcoming lane shone directly into my face. I shut my eyes, waiting for it to disappear. As a little girl, I used to watch Dad as we drove away from yet another house. He would glare into his rearview mirror every five seconds, every muscle in his face clenched, and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I hadn’t been able to force myself to peek out the window then, as it used to scare the living crap out of me to consider the possible reasons he was fleeing from, or who might be following us. Now, I didn’t look at him or care much for what he was going through. He created this problem. With me becoming the luggage. It was a ritual I endured every three months, and nothing over the past sixteen years had ever changed that.
The “Interstate 40” sign flew by in a whirl, and the pickup slowly moved onto the turnoff lane.
My eyes started to burn as I stared at the rain running down my window. Each rivet resembled another town, another place I would never again call home. Exhaustion consumed me and my eyelids felt heavy. I laid my head against the window and struggled to stay awake.
Suddenly, a dark and huge figure flew past me. Dad swerved to the left, which made me crushed into the side of the passenger’s door. My entire body pumped with adrenaline. I jumped straight in my seat and wrenched the seatbelt over my shoulder to buckle myself in. I tore out my earpieces as I tried to process what had just happened.
“What was that?” I looked at Dad.
He stared straight ahead with huge eyes. Beads of sweat rolled from his hairline down to the side of his temple. He looked terrified, something that conflicted with his personality. I’d never seen Dad look that scared in my entire life.
“Did you see where it went?” he asked, attempting to inject calm into his voice, but I could hear the fear lacing each syllable.
“See where what went? Dad what was that!”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“For once in your life, just tell me!” I screamed. Sixteen years of frustration exploded from my lungs. I couldn’t take the unknown anymore.
“Fine.” He mumbled something else that I didn’t catch. “Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?”
“Stories? What stories?”
“The ones about Paegeia, Elena.” He looked in his rearview mirror again with huge, unblinking eyes.
Vaguely, but I didn’t tell him that. “What does that have to do with this?”
I froze and I stared at him.
“All of it, it’s real. The dragons, the magic, the wall, everything is real.”
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