As the Crown Prince, Drakar blames himself for the sad state Isengurth is in. He made the mistake once of loving a woman forbidden to him. Not only has it caused the banishment of his people, but the death of the woman he loved and the bitter rift between he and his brother. He will not make the same mistake again. Not when he no longer has a heart to give. And especially not with a woman prophesized to destroy his very kind. So what if she is the first woman in eons to awaken a dark and dangerous passion in him and stir a fierce, protective need he'd buried long ago with his beloved.

          He has a responsibility to his people to end the feud between he and his brother and restore peace to Isengurth. He vows to prove the prophecy wrong and see Isengurth through this trying time, for the seer had also predicted something else that was not true. The seer stated that the woman would bear the kiss of a star upon her skin. As far as Drakar could tell, she had no mark. And just to be certain, he'd search every delectable inch of her body . . .

          Saor's resentment toward his half-brother, Drakar, runs deeper than the feud brought on by the death of the Fate, Isolde. Much deeper. As the oldest, Saor should have been the Crown Prince, not his weak, half-human brother. But Saor had been born out of wedlock, and his father stripped of his crown and branded a traitor. Isolde was just the beginning. Saor would use the blind seer's predictions to serve his own purpose, and the strange woman thought to bear the prophecy would be his pawn. Aye, her arrival did signify the end of the rule of the Dragons. Soon, Isengurth will be under a new rule. His rule.

          Thousands of years ago, Queen Dracaenna had committed a sin she'd been atoning for her entire life. She'd bartered her body for the price of prestige and wealth. The outcome of that had been her son, Saor. She should not love her firstborn, but she did, for he was the result of an act of love. She understands his resentment, even sympathizes with him.

          She'd been young and foolish. When her lover had been stripped of his crown, killed and branded a traitor, and she, destitute and pregnant, the new king, her lover's cousin, had taken pity on her and offered his hand in marriage. Though she'd come to grow fond of her late husband, Drakar's father, he could never replace the wildfire love she'd felt for Saor's father.

          As the feud between her sons escalate, Queen Dracaenna must make a decision. Aid Saor who should have rightfully been king, or set the bitterness of the past aside and support Drakar who holds firm the ideals of a broken land finally healed through peace. Does she choose the son she loves, or the son who loves her?

          The Minerva serves as the Heaven's voice of Justice. It is a sacred title given to only the purest and most disciplined of the Heavenly Maids. Every one thousand years, a new Minerva is appointed. From the moment Allyssandra was born, she'd been put through vigorous training and conditioned for the position. The daughter of a former Minerva and one of the Heaven's most feared guards, Allyssandra's destiny had been mapped for her.

          Pleased with her apathetic nature as she deals judgment, the Heavens sends her on her most difficult case yet. The Dragons are a dangerous race. Too many innocent lives have been lost at their hands, too much blood shed. It is time the Heavens intervene and end the Dragons' reign of terror.

          Allyssandra's orders are simple. Spend one moon's cycle in Isengurth and decide if there is anything of the ancient race worth saving. She is prepared to cast swift judgment and return to the Heavens but finds herself quickly caught between the two brothers' deadly feud. Her determination to keep herelf distanced weakens as her unexpected attraction for Drakar grows and stirs a dark unwarranted need buried within, threatening to dismantle the very core of her Minerva oaths and jeopardize her judgment.