What would you do if you woke up in a place you did not recognise, with no memory of who you are? Would you fall asleep again and hope to remember when you woke up next? Would you hide yourself away, giving into self-pity? Or would you walk out and explore this strange new world, hoping to recover your memory on the way?
Join the narrator of Dragonscale Leggings as she sets out to discover where she is, why she is there and how or if she can return home. Accompanied by Tygar, a white stallion who appoints himself her guardian and armed with a giant potato peeler, Dracomagan travels through a lush and dreamlike Otherworld.
Discovering she has a strange aversion to magic users, particularly Merlin, the narrator turns her hand to dragon slaying, only to end up being arrested for heresy.
Who will help her find her true identity? Will it be Sama, the gorgeous harpist who gives her a name? Will it be aggravating Agravaine, a knight who prefers fashion to fighting? Can Gatus, the goat herder help her? Or will the mysterious retired Pirate King show her the path to her real memories?
Think Alice in Wonderland meets Bridget Jones. This story is an antidote to the long, on-going series where everyone dies . . . There are no shiny vampires or cute werewolves in this tale, but there is a crowd of fantasy characters who refuse to conform to type.