After her Celtic kin proved too big a bunch of bastards to bother with, Rowan sought solace among witches.The first book in a magic-laced, fast-paced fantasy trilogy. With dragons.After the Breaking, not much was left. I assumed it was a case of magic gone bad-until I discovered my goddess mother had broken the world. She didn't like it that I'd turned my back on the pantheon. My long tenure among witches rubbed salt into the wound.After a confrontation where Mommy Dearest fessed up-and lacked the decency to bat an eyelash about the widespread destruction she'd caused-I was digesting what to do next when a dragon showed up.Yes. A dragon.The beast didn't talk with me or anything, but it flew overhead wreaking havoc on a goblin horde. Witches are old souls with kind hearts, but they're not particularly strong magically, so I was grateful for the help.And suspicious as hell. Why a dragon? Why here and why now? More importantly, why was he-she?-helping me? Part of me didn't want to know, and another part was certain I'd find out anyway.