A Celebration of Authors Blog Hop Hunt ~featuring Kyra Dune's Flight of Dragons

Hi I’m Marsha A. Moore, author of fantasy romance and paranormal romance, and I’m your host for this stop in the Blog Hop Hunt tour.

I am pleased to be hosting KYRA DUNE. In her post you will find a number, not in written text, but as a numerical number. Write it down and collect them all as you visit every post along the way. Good Luck!

Kyra Dune was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family. She is the author of more than two dozen fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be waiting over the next rainbow.

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Dragon Within

I wondered if she was a dragon too, and somehow the thought that it wouldn’t be a strange question to ask her brought everything home to me in a way nothing else had. I was actually starting to really believe I was a dragon.

Some of what I was feeling must have shown through on my face, because Alice gave me a sympathetic look and a pat on the arm. “I know this must be really strange and upsetting for you, but don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine.”

Easy for her to say. “So, you’re a...a dragon too?”

She smiled. “You bet. I’m an air dragon, like you. Come on.” She took hold of my arm and led me toward the helicopter.

When she said those words it finally hit me why the direction the sand was blowing seemed so weird. Because it wasn’t natural. Alice was making the sand blow in that direction and she was doing it with no apparent concentration at all. As if it were nothing to her to be so totally in control. It made everything I’d done seem weak and childish in comparison.

Once Zack had his bike stowed away and we were all settled in our 5 seats, the pilot started the blades to whirring again. I leaned toward Alice, who was sitting opposite me, and asked, “Exactly where are we going?”

“To the airstrip where we rented this helicopter,” she replied. “Our plane is waiting for us there. Then it’s off to California.”

“Whoa, what now?” I guess I should have expected her to say that. After all, I knew from Curtis’ online friend that Zack lived outside Los Angeles, so it stood to reason that we would be going there. But I hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t expected much of anything, actually. Too caught up in the adventure of it all, if you recall.”

“You can’t be serious.” I looked over at Zack. Definitely serious. “I can’t go off to California. My parents will freak.”

“You can call them from the plane and explain,” Alice said, still wearing her sunny smile.

“Yeah, and I can imagine how that conversation will go.” I lifted my fist to my ear. “Hi, mom and dad. Where am I? On an airplane with a bunch of people I don’t know. Where am I going? California. Why California? Because that’s where my dragon clan lives and I have to go to them so I can learn how to control my powers. Call the FBI? No, there’s no need to do that, everything is going to be fine, even though there’s a chance I may never come home again. Okay? Love you, bye.” I lowered my hand to my lap. “How do you think that’s going to go over?”

“We were too busy trying to keep you safe to worry about what your parents might think,” Zack said. “You’re just lucky I got to you before Derek did.”

“Oh yeah? How do I know all this stuff with Derek isn’t a big lie to scare me into coming with you?” I asked. “Maybe he’s not part of my mother’s clan at all. Maybe you staged the whole argument outside Trudy’s house to freak me out.”

“If you believe so, then why did you come?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of anything snappy or witty to say. I slumped back in my seat. “I don’t know.”

“It’s because Zack has an honest face,” Alice said, a twinkle of mischief in her blue eyes. She turned and laid a hand on the muscular arm of our pilot. “Don’t you agree, Rick?”

Rick chuckled and answered her in a deep, southern drawl. “Sure. That’s exactly what I think every time I look at Zack. What a honest face he’s got.”

Scavenger Hunt Hint:

The number for your clue will not be written in text, but it will be numeral. Tally all the numbers you find during the hunt and tally them together. This final number will be an entry in the Rafflecopter on the ENTER HERE page on the official website.

If you get stuck along the way because you of a broken link, please visit the

AUTHORS LINK page.

Did you find the number? If you did, then click on Kyra Dune's site to continue the Scavenger Hunt. 

Thanks for visiting and good luck on the rest of the hunt!

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her COON HOLLOW TALES of paranormal romance and her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous epic fantasy romance. For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.