Why is it always D'Mique?
With the greater daemon dead and the Fire Master restored to his throne, D'Mique spent the winter adjusting to life in Dragon Ridge. Yet, as spring nears, she finds herself hunting vicious killers in the city of the land-nymphs accompanied by her star-crossed love, Trillip. Meanwhile, with the fragile, post-daemon peace shattered, the seer Oracle is haunted by visions of blood and war and he finds himself wondering why D'Mique always seems to be at the center of things when trouble begins to brew.
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