Carol was one of the millions of people who played the Dragon Tamers virtual reality computer game. Along with her partner, a dragon called Sam, she managed to become the strongest player in the game.

BESTSELLING AUTHOR A.K. Thorne delivers a world packed with majestic dragons, incredible magic, and heart-pounding romance in her debut fantasy saga! Now a complete series! This academy’s about to go up in flames. I’m Sorcha McMurphy. I thought magic didn’t exist-- until I found a stolen dragon hatchling, and got a letter of acceptance to a supernatural school for dragon riders. I’m literally flown away to a college that teaches sword fighting, magic casting, and general ass-kicking. Here, the dragon clans are at war and there’s an evil that threatens to destroy the riders forever. They think I’m the chosen one destined to save the clans, but I’m no hero. If only I could stop myself from loving the cursed guy in my Dragon Keeping class long enough to save the world… Dragon Academy is a magic academy new adult paranormal fantasy novel. Contains one strong heroine, one smoking-hot book boyfriend, and a plethora of dragons in a college romance series you won’t be able to get enough of!

About the Book "I had no choice. They were going to torture you the same way but worse." Owen’s voice broke. "But not as worse as Ephraim, the screaming, the pleading, every time I tried to talk to him he gave no response, just gave me a blank stare. His skin was pale, his head was cold and clammy, hair was untamed and greasy, stubbles, and underweight. I secretly followed them to the woods. I hid behind a tree where I saw Ephraim pleading with father that he didn't want to keep doing this. Father slapped him across the face, blood splattered on the cold, damp ground. He grabbed hold of his chin and forcefully made him look into the eyes of a very angry and very abusive father. I couldn't hear what they were whispering, but in the end, Ephraim held his head down. Just think of it this way, Ephraim," laughed Father. "When I mean “we” succeed, our legacy will be known through every generation. I saw that Ephraim wanted to cry, but crying in front of Father would get us a bloody beatdown and no dinner. And I can tell Ephraim wants to eat. I heard Father telling Ephraim that once this is over, all four of us will be unstoppable!" About the Author Samantha R. Hume is twenty-four years old and lives with her parents in Amsterdam, New York. She is the youngest of seven children and has struggled with autism and learning disabilities all her life. However, she is determined not to let that bring her down. Just because she is different doesn't mean she cannot make something of herself. She wants to be a role model for all. Besides writing, she enjoys reading fantasy books.

A blacksmith strikes a deal with a dangerous deal with a dragon…

A kingdom divided cannot stand. For those caught in the middle, it means death. For centuries humans and dragons existed side by side in Alveria, bonded by their care of one another. But no longer. After decades with no viable eggs, humans far outnumber dragons, and the survival of the species appears bleak. The outlook for everyday humans is little better as rogue dragons raid and torment villages. Yet it's far worse for the tamers, beaten and killed simply for serving the noble dragons. But eking by at the bottom of Alverian society isn't any easier for seventeen-year-old Kaelan Younger. Harder still when her loyalty to the dragon crown is no secret. But when her dying mother reveals a horrifying truth about her identity, Kaelan is thrust into a world for which she is ill prepared. Faced with a new life at the proving grounds for humans and dragons alike, Kaelan must reconcile not just her past but embrace the future laid out before her. When her responsibilities as an Akademy tamer collide with her feelings for a powerful dragon shifter, it will take everything she has to prepare for the danger threatening them both. The fate of the dragons she has sworn to serve rests in her hands. Now Kaelan is no longer an outsider. She's the enemy.

There was once an old, old castle--it was so old that its I walls andtowers and turrets and gateways and arches had crumbled to ruins, and of all its old splendour there were only two little rooms left; and it was here that John the blacksmith had set up his forge. He was too poor to live in a proper house, and no one asked any rent for the rooms in the ruin, because all the lords of the castle were dead and gone this many a year. So there John blew his bellows, and hammered his iron, and did all the work which came his way. This was not much, because most of the trade went to the mayor of the town, who was also a blacksmith in quite a large way of business, and had his huge forge facing the square of the town, and had twelve apprentices, all hammering like a nest of woodpeckers, andtwelve journeymen to order the apprentices about, and a patent forge and a self-acting hammer and electric bellows, and all things handsome about him. So that of course the townspeople, whenever they wanted a horse shod or a shaft mended, went to the mayor. And John the blacksmith struggled on as best he could, with a few odd jobs from travellers and strangers who did not know what a superior forge the mayor's was. The two rooms were warm and weather-tight, but not very large; so the blacksmith got into the way of keeping his old iron, and his odds and ends, and his fagots, and his twopenn'orth of coal, in the great dungeon down under the castle. It was a very fine dungeon indeed, with a handsome vaulted roof and big iron rings, whose staples were built into the wall, very strong and convenient for tying captives up to, and at one end was a broken flight of wide steps leading down no one knew where.. Even the lords of the castle in the good old times had never known where those steps led to, but every now and then they would kick a prisoner down the steps in their light-hearted, hopeful way, and, sure enough, the prisoners never came back. The blacksmith had never dared to go beyond the seventh step, and no more have I--so I know no more than he did what was at the bottom of those stairs. John the blacksmith had a wife and a little bab