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Myths of the Mirror
2013
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In the distant mountains of the Mirror, exiled skyriders fly dragons in the old Way, merged in flesh, blood, and bone. Twenty years past, they fought for the freedom of the valley’s dragons … and lost. Imprisoned in the stone lair, the captive dragons beat their webbed wings and thrash serpentine tails. They tear their flesh and batter their bodies against the black bars of their cells, iron grating against iron. The once peaceful creatures howl, tormented by spine and spur, their fury matched only by their despair. Treasa, the daughter of exiles, seeks the secrets of a hidden past and a father she never knew. Gifted with visions, she glimpses pieces of years long lost and a veiled future that only raises more questions. The dragons visit her dreams, laden with contradictions that tear at her heart—for one day she sails in unfettered flight, her arms thrown wide, and the next she writhes in tortured darkness, desperate to be free. The lair’s black-garbed riders sense the dragons’ growing savagery. Yet Conall longs to grasp their power, to subdue them and soar. He will endure the reek, filth, and terror of the lair to earn his right to fly. With a heart encased in steel, he masters the weapons of compliance to see his will done. At the cost of the woman he loves. Then, a curved talon rends flesh and dragon scale, rattling against white ribs. Blood falls like rain and the world shifts. Treasa and Conall must decide who they are and what they stand for. Thus the battle for the dragon soul begins again. Alliances form, old myths are revealed, and new myths are born. *** Myths of the Mirror may be read as a stand-alone coming of age fantasy novel appropriate for young adult readers or as the first book in an epic adventure that stretches from the small village of Taran Leigh and the mountains of the Mirror to the Anghard Archipelago in the western sea. Conall and Treasa face a world where wealth and power rule. Fear is the weapon of choice, and cruelty is tolerated for a pocket of gold. It’s a world that forces a choice—indifference, complicity, or defiancé—each choice defining the core of who they are and who they will become. The dragons of Taran Leigh, souls of grace and beauty, hang in the balance. Will they descend into the howling violence of terror and pain inflicted upon them by their tormentors? Or will they fly free, the creatures they were born to be? With each book, the stakes rise and far more than the dragons’ souls lie at risk. “The nervousness he felt upon mounting the dragon had ebbed, and he stroked its back, almost affectionately. He sensed a growing bond between them, a grace in their flight as natural as breathing. There were times when he glided over green fields, gazed into the weave and texture of leaves, that he released the reins and simply let the dragon fly. In those rare moments, he felt a profound sense of peace and deeply free.” –Myths of the Mirror.

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D. Wallace Peach
D. Wallace Peach
Author · 15 books

I didn’t care for reading as a child – I preferred Bonanza and Beverly Hillbillies reruns, Saturday morning cartoons and the Ed Sullivan show. Then one day, I opened a book titled The Hobbit. Tolkien … literally changed my life. I love to write. It’s a luxury I never expected I’d have time for – life got in the way. You know how that goes – kids, work, chores… sleep. I worked for 18 years in business where amassing coin was the all-consuming objective. It required huge amounts of time and mental energy. And for me personally, it was soul-slaying. Then on September 11, 2001 two planes flew into the World Trade Center. I was working in Connecticut, about 2 hours from ground zero, and remember sitting in a conference room, watching the second tower fall. That tragedy initiated a process of redefinition for me, an evaluation of what was vital and important. Life felt short and precarious, and I started to wonder if it was time to do something that actually mattered. I began to write.

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