When did I become everyone’s paranormal Miss Fixit?

When the Lords from the Icelandic Elves summon me to use my talents to discover a lost Dragon’s egg, I think it is hard to say no. I’ve seen just what a Dragon can perform, and a, just-hatched Dragon is definitely a becoming of pure destruction.

But word of the egg gets away, as well as the race to think it is starts. Mages from many realms are in the hunt-including a Dragon-and they don’t generally play well together. Unless I wish to sign up for the casualties, I have to discover that egg and come back it to where it belongs. Luckily, I’ve help, but I want that damned golden-winged Nephilim would keep his tee shirt on.

Contains mature themes.