Karin knows she’s gone completely insane—nuts—absolutely batshit crazy, when she spots an insidious blue dragon twining through the trees at a rest stop in the Cascade Mountains. Despite agreeing to join her roommate at a psychic fair, she’s never believed in anything metaphysical. She’s pretty sure the Reiki treatment she succumbed to has brought on a frighteningly realistic hallucination—until they roll their mini-van in the middle of I-90, and she is rescued from the vehicle by the same monstrous blue figment of her imagination. She awakens to find that she’s been delivered to a cabin high in the mountains instead of to a proper hospital. The “doctor” looking out for her is more of a new-ager than a physician, and the people who own the house, including the urban highlander version of Fabio, don’t have any intention of letting her leave. Faced with the unimaginable, and strapped to an all-too-real dragon, Karin must decide how to tame the beast or risk losing herself to it forever.

Do you have a dragon problem? It's not easy living with a dragon in your belly, but I think I've finally figured it out. We're going to be just fine, so long as the rest of the world doesn't find out. Which of course, is going to happen any second. It's not like I want life to be easy, but maybe, we could leave out getting stalked across Eastern Washington by reporters, followed by cops, and impersonated by strangers on the internet. Maybe, my gang could stop fighting among themselves, I could stop gathering runaways like a mother hen, and the stoner kid with a megalomania complex and a dragon that dwarfs my own will just leave us alone and go away. Keep dreaming. I've never been an optimist, but maybe, if the world would stop conspiring against me, I could keep it from finding out about dragons. And get Doc back? My personal, invisible, Blue smartass isn't helping. Unfortunately, he's right. Doc left us. Now everyone's looking at me to fix things, our gang's coming apart at the seams, and I think I'm being haunted by a silver death worm. You made that up. Never mind. Some days, it's best to let the dragon win.

Did the Dragon Make You Do It? There's nothing like being left out of your own party. I sent my gang to the super secret dragon training facility to keep them safe, but now I'm on the outside, living with another dragon anchor who'd like to kill me half the time, and wondering exactly where it was that I screwed up... again. Between forest fire duty, juggling the media shit-storm over the existence of dragons, and doing my best not to end up on TV, you'd think I wouldn't have time to miss them. You'd think I'd put in enough hours, that the universe had finished messing with me. Think again. Just when I'm sure I've got everything under control, my old enemy breaks out of jail, a rival gang comes after my crew, and the giant Silver Death Worm decides I'm its new best friend. Highly unlikely. Between keeping what crew I have left, keeping the dragons I don't control from instigating an unstoppable crime spree, and keeping myself from getting mended, I shouldn't have time to worry about Doc. Except, all of a sudden, my would-be boyfriend is at the very center of everything. And lying his ass off. What do you do when all your problems point straight to the one person in the world you want to believe in? What do you do when you lose everything, and even the voices in your head have no idea how to get it back?