Sweep of the Blade (Innkeeper Chronicles, #4)

by Ilona Andrews

Teeth. Running. Running so fast. Big ugly shape behind her. Footsteps stomping. Dad stepping into her path, his innkeeper robe solid black, his eyes and the broom in his hand glowing with turquoise fire. Teeth. Right behind her. Maud opened her eyes. Another nightmare, the same one, muddled and odd, as if it were less a dream and more a memory.

The dream haunting her since she arrived on Daesyn burst inside her, popping like a soap bubble, and in a flash, she remembered everything: her parents’ inn, the monstrous dragon, the deep inhuman voice that reverberated through her bones, “Give me the child.”