What do you do when a dragon crash-lands in your backyard? That's the question Terra's faced with when one of these creatures plows down into her cornfield. Should she help out the hunk of a man the dragon turns into, or turn him over to the trigger-happy 'authorities' that have come looking for him? The deciding factor—he has no memory. Giving him up just doesn't seem right… at least until she knows the truth of who he is. Alex has forgotten a thing or two—his name being one of them—but he knows there is something important that he needs to remember, if he could just get his battered brain to work properly. A little rest might help, but there's no time for that when the bullets start flying. Now he has to follow the few clues he has to discover who he is, and why people are trying to kill him. But that's the easy part. The hard part will be keeping his hands off the lovely lady helping him. For the Memory of Dragons is the exciting sequel to On the Wings of Accidental Dragons by Julie Wetzel.
Carefully, she made her way down the churned-up path. Seeing movement at the end, she raised her fire extinguisher, ready to swing it. The dirt exploded from the ground, and a mythical beast popped out.
Terra screamed and scrambled away as a dragon thrashed about, trying to stand up. It let out a weak roar and collapsed in a heap of wings and tail. Terra peeked out from where she had taken refuge in the cornstalks.
The creature took a deep breath and snorted.
Of course, Terra knew dragons weren’t really mythical creatures. Although she’d been very young at the time, she still remembered when the dragon king had paraded his entourage around, showing off the fact that dragons were, indeed, real. And there were plenty of dragons on TV, but to have a real-live dragon in her backyard was something else entirely.
Or dead. Terra eyed the great, blue beast as it lay in the dirt. It was unnervingly still.
Creeping closer, Terra reached out to touch the shimmering scales on the thing's shoulder. They were smooth and hard like polished glass or carefully chiseled bits of sapphire. She stroked the warm scales, awed by their iridescent quality. Logically, she knew this was an intelligent creature, but it looked so much like an animal, with those wickedly pointed horns and razor-sharp teeth, she wasn’t sure what she should do.
The dragon let out a groan and shivered. Magic shimmered across the creature, reducing its massive bulk to the size of a man. He curled on his side in the dirt, naked as the day he was born.
Shock rooted Terra to the ground for a moment before she could shake it off. Now this she could handle. A man, even a naked man, was a whole lot better than that towering bulk of dragon.
She patted him gently on the shoulder, but he didn’t move. Grabbing his shoulder, she pulled him onto his back. Reaching down, Terra checked his pulse, praying he was alive. A steady beat met her fingers. Good. A live, naked man was much better than a dead, naked man any day of the week.
She tried smacking him on the cheek lightly, but he was out cold. Great. She glanced around at the cornfield. The weather was starting to turn a little chilly, and she couldn’t leave him out here, exposed as he was. She looked back down at him. He was easily twice her size and stacked to hell and back. There was no way she was going to be able to get him up and out of the cornfield by herself.
Standing up, she dusted the dirt off her pants and tried to get her mind back in gear. For goodness’ sake, she was a farm girl and had dealt with bigger issues than this.