Legends tell of the outer isles beyond Storm Harbor, where jagged peaks rise high?domain of the fearsome dragon. Jeffrey awoke upon a desolate island, unarmed, his noble snow-white Sacred Garb soiled with mud, his whole being steeped in the scent of humanity. The dragon coveted him; here was prey ready for the taking. Yet the dragon's breath was always scorching, its temper restless?it would nudge him incessantly with its head, then lick him from crown to heel. The young God the Son trembled: was this some strange ritual dragons must perform before their feast？ Wait?what？! From now until the following January... could it be exactly the dragon's mating season？

God the Son had vanished, and the human base was already poised to present a new God the Son. On the day of the grand ceremony, a vast shadow blotted out the sun; a sharp-eyed youth, a short blade clenched between his teeth, returned astride a silver dragon crossing the sea. The silver dragon breathed fire, and the host of dragons bowed low, its might shaking a thousand miles. It lowered its armor-scaled head, its tongue tenderly caressing the youth's cheek; in those blazing golden eyes shone only his reflection. It was proclaiming to all humankind: he was its tamer?and its... lover.