Deboning A Dragon

"Julie Hartley's debut poetry collection captures the lived experience of a life in motion, moving in rhythmic language from a childhood in England through restless travels around the globe. Hartley is a poet who can say, "You'll never know if there are others / picking your route through this dark." Whether meandering through Greece, Peru, Canada or China, or navigating the experience of motherhood and cultural differences, Deboning a Dragon attests to the probability that shared experience is a bridge to span otherness. Hartley is a passionate observer whose poems explore the transformational power of movement--and staying still."--

There was silence in the central square of Mozi Village. On weekdays, the cicadas kept chirping, and they were probably blinded by the hot sun. All of them faded without making a sound.

In my time with PUPI, formally known as Private, Unaffiliated Paranormal Investigations, I've seen a lot. Learned a lot. And not all of it's been good. But what we do—make people accountable for crimes committed with magic—is important work. Still. Even I need to take a break every now and again. Or so I've just been told (ordered). So hey, vacation. Maybe I'll finally figure out what's going on with the "special bond" between me and the boss man, Benjamin Venec. Venec seems to like that idea—he's invited me down to join him on a jaunt to Philly. But no sooner do I arrive in the City of Brotherly Love than we're called in to look at a dead body. And that's when life gets really complicated….

Broke and recently homeless, fledgling wandmaker Ix leaves his isolated village in search of employment only to run into Yuui, a girl with a contract entitling her to a free wand repair from his late instructor. But when Ix decides to honor the guarantee and complete the job in his teacher’s stead, he quickly realizes that this is no routine tune-up. Against all odds, Yuui’s wand is powered by the heart of a mythical creature thought to have gone extinct over a thousand years ago—a dragon. To complete the restoration and put both their pasts to rest, the pair must now uncover the truth behind the dragons’ disappearance from the world…

CONTAINS THE COMPLETE SERIES: BOOKS 1-3. Save over buying each book individually! He's a supreme dragon lord at the height of his power, but there's a conspiracy brewing. Old Dark is a viperous dragon lord who rules the world with brute force. For two hundred years, he and his dragons have terrorized humanity, forcing it to pay tribute or die. Dark's palace of blood and bone sits on caverns of treasure. He's stockpiled all the world's magic for his own personal use, making him akin to a god. There is another dragon in Dark's inner circle who wants Dark's power and fortune for himself. And if Dark doesn't stop his own overthrow, he'll suffer a fate far worse than death. But Dark won't fall easily. There's a reason the ancients called him Dark the Wicked… Old Dark is a different kind of dark fantasy, told through the eyes of a blood-thirsty dragon. Readers who like antiheroes, the Age of Fire series, and Smaug from Lord of the Rings will love this heart-pounding story of power, revenge, and true evil. V1.0

In Lujiazhuang, at the foot of Dayan Mountain, Du Zhongfu sat up from the wooden bed, looked out of the window, quickly put on coarse cloth in Tsing Yi, touched his face casually with a handful of cold water in his hands, and couldn't wait to go outside. The wooden house where Du Zhongfu lives is a bit weird. There is a simple bed in the house. Except for the bed, this wooden house is a large and small wooden basin, and each wooden basin is filled with clear water. Lujiazhuang, where Du Zhongfu lives, is not a water-deficient village. As for why Du Zhongfu's room is so decorated, Du Zhongfu has its own secrets.

Gee, the air here is not from the celestial world, nor from the mortal world, or even from any world I know. There is no aura of heaven and earth in the mortal world, and there is no fairy spirit in the celestial world. There is only rich unknown energy here, which does not belong to any world of our own cognition. Where the hell is this? He struggled to get up and looked at the strange environment and thought

After studying for two years, the voice in his mind gradually faded, but he was used to the sound and words. Every night, he still read it, stayed up all night, and was refreshed the next day. If he didn't read it, he would feel uncomfortable the next day, just like being addicted. Even in his spare time during the day, he would unconsciously read it.