Blurb:

What happened to the Lost Colony of Roanoke? Jodina knows that she should be embarrassed, but really… they had it coming. As a Vampire/Dragon hybred, Jodina has lived for more than 200 years avoiding humans and supernatural creatures alike. But one accidental fire – hey, her Dragon side can be a bit testy – and she finds herself locked up with a handsome Vampire and a few innocent children. Their crimes? Well, the mob outside their cell has decided that they are unclean abominations… Jealousy and fear, with a heaping dose of hate, can turn human beings into deadly creatures.

Jodina is another Character that has been running around my head… and as her full length novel isn’t ready to be released, I thought I would go ahead and get one of her short stories out in eBook format…

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Excerpt:

“Let me out of this bloody hole, you rat bastards. Or I will burn this place to the ground. Now… open this door!” Jodina’s voice came out flat, barely bouncing off the dirt walls of her cell. If you could call a hole in the side of a small hillside a cell. It was more like a mausoleum with metal bars blocking the only exit.

“This is not right. What if she is clean?” A young boy, of perhaps fifteen years, turned to the incompetent oaf by his side, and pleaded.

Jodina watched, as the lad hunched his shoulders, and crossed his arms protectively around his chest. His words had pulled her gaze down to her filthy state of undress. “At least, supply me with some form of clothing. Or perhaps you enjoy watching women freeze to death.”

The oaf pushed the younger man out of his way, so that he could have a clear shot at her chest. His sword came for her with blinding quickness, as he thrust forward with experienced precision. A precision that would have impaled her heart. She couldn’t help but be impressed. Who knew the middle aged and overweight could move with such purpose and ease.

Jodina moved with a swift jerk to the side that saved her life, drawing a gasp of shock from both of her jailers.

A cocky grin spreading across his face, the oaf replaced his weapon. “See, lad? She is as unclean as her fellow prisoners. Be glad that she is as weak as the woman she pretends to be.” Placing his thumbs in his belt and thrusting his amazing girth outward like a working girl showing off her assets, the oaf hissed, “Perhaps you can save the sun a little work. Your fire trick can keep you warm, and hopefully keep you safe.”