She'd sacrificed her future for mankind, now Connor MacDonald demands atonement from the Gods.

Unfortunately, they have other ideas. Battle weary, Connor seeks nothing more than a simple life where she can begin to heal; but her soul still belongs to those who'd granted her powers with the sword. Left with little choice, Connor must now use her skills to protect a gifted child, targeted by darkness, before she can be taken by a faceless evil lurking in the shadows. But, when given the chance of having back everything she had lost, Connor is forced to bargain once again with her life, as the Gods pull her back into their deadly game.

I smell rain before clouds gather across the sky. I feel the dawn, before the sun paints my world. It is the flit of gossamer wings above my head that make me glad that faeries exist. The universe is my mistress and my strength. Mimi, my 1000 year old dragon muse is the source of my creativity.