When a magical ring opens a portal between worlds, a restless alien mage and a skeptical bayou scientist must join forces—with two mischievous water dragons—to stop a deadly creature before it destroys everything they know.
A lost ring, a wish, and two mischievous water dragons spark chaos when magic collides with science in the heart of the Louisiana bayou…
Harmonia Stormhold has inherited her mother’s bold spirit and her father’s thirst for knowledge—but as the eldest of the Stormhold children, she’s always felt the weight of responsibility. Serving as an assistant to the Mage Council on Enyo was meant to give her purpose. Instead, it’s only deepened the restlessness in her soul—and awakened an ancient magic she doesn’t fully understand.
Dr. Landry Savoy has spent his life studying the delicate ecosystem of his beloved bayou. A fifth-generation native and passionate biologist, he’s dedicated to preserving its fragile beauty. But when a routine check of his equipment uncovers a shimmering gold ring—and two colorful, talking water dragons—Landry’s world is turned upside down.
Now, three worlds are set on a collision course: one ruled by magic, one grounded in science, and one born of legend. When an ancient monster stirs in the dark waters, threatening the isolated community Landry calls home, Harmonia, Landry, and the two mischievous water dragons must work together to stop the devastation before the government discovers what is happening.
Can a mage with buried powers and a scientist who doesn’t believe in magic save the bayou before it’s too late?
Landry blinked. “Where the hell are Zelos and Enyo?”
“Other worlds. Far, far from Earth.”
He stopped cold. His brain skidded on that response like a bullfrog on wet tile. “I need coffee,” he muttered. “A tanker truck of it. Maybe two.”
Still shaking his head, he stomped to the rustic kitchen, a space cobbled together with hand-cut cypress, metal mesh baskets, and a stubborn old gas stove that sometimes required threats to operate.
The place smelled of old wood, dried herbs, yesterday’s gumbo, and the bayou. A pot of leftover crawfish stock sat forgotten from the night before on the back burner. Jars filled with pickled onions, preserved mushrooms, and a suspiciously active sourdough starter lined one crooked shelf. It was a bachelor’s kitchen through and through—functional, chaotic, and clinging to a layer of humidity that no amount of ceiling fan could chase off.
He grabbed his battered tin canister of coffee beans and promptly spilled a good handful of them.
“Son of a—”
The beans danced across the countertop like caffeinated marbles, several rolling toward the edge with suicidal determination.
Behind him, Harmonia’s voice drifted like a song wrapped in amusement. “I could help with that.”
He grunted, sweeping the beans back into the canister with one hand. “No offense, lady, but you just appeared in my kitchen like a magical forest-themed burglar, and now you’re talking other worlds. I’m gonna need a minute before I hand you the sacred grounds of the Gods.”
“Well, if you need assistance, please ask,” she replied with the flash of another amused grin.
Coming soon.
