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About The Time Weaver
Product Description From award-winning author Shana Abé comes the fifth novel in her paranormal Drákon series—featuring a glittering world of supersensual creatures that can shape-shift from human to smoke to dragon.Honor Carlisle may have been born into the drákon clan but she’s always felt like a stranger to her kin—an intuition that proves true when she discovers that she is a Time Weaver: a creature with the extraordinary ability to transport herself into the past or future.On one of her Weaves into the future, Honor encounters the very man she should most avoid: Alexandru of the Zaharen, prince of a rival tribe of drákon. As the two surrender to a desire that brings the present and future ever closer, they also risk fulfilling a terrible prophecy. Now Honor and Sandu must place their trust—and their lives—in each other’s hands, and their faith in a magical love that could restore order to the drákon universe—or destroy it forever. Review “Abé is an immensely gifted storyteller.”—Karen Marie Moning, New York Times bestselling author “Stunningly lyrical, sensual, and mesmerizing . . . a stellar addition to [Shana] Abé’s imaginative shape-shifting dragon series.” —Library Journal “Spellbinding . . . Soar with Abé and be breathless with awe at her talents.”—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick) “Sumptuous prose . . . The entire series is worthy of a Perfect 10.” —Romance Reviews Today About the Author Shana Abé is the award-winning author of The Treasure Keeper, Queen of Dragons, The Dream Thief, and The Smoke Thief. She lives in Denver, Colorado. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER ONE Dear Honor, I leave this letter for you knowing you’ll find it in the Year 1782, at the age of nearly fifteen, right before your Gifts begin to fully emerge. This is going to sound mad, but you must believe me. I am you, eleven months and four days from now. Keep reading. This is not a jest. You are a Time Weaver. You are the only Time Weaver born to the drákon. It’s just as it sounds: You will have the ability to Weave through time when you wish it—and sometimes, when you do not. As it is when the rest of the tribe Turns to smoke or dragon, you will not be able to bring anything not of yourself with you when you Weave. You will reemerge in each new time exactly the same as you left the last, and (unless you Focus upon it very fiercely), in exactly the same place. However, you will be nude. You will have no jewelry. No weapons. Nothing left in your hands. I am working, though, on a way. I’ve not discovered what happens to all those things, because apparently they’re not left in the previous time or place, either. They’re Vanished. For now, don’t Weave wearing anything you especially like. When- and wherever you go during a Weave, however long you spend there, inevitably you will be drawn back into your Natural Time. It’s rather like a pull inside you that grows stronger and stronger, until you can no longer resist it. Picture a strand of india rubber stretched long and thin and then snapping back to its normal shape. The strand connects you to your Natural Time. You always come back. And it’s always the exact amount of time later there that you spent during the Weave. That’s another thing that’s Vanished: the time you’ve spent away from your Natural Time. Once you Weave away, you can’t touch it again. I’ve tried. In a few nights, on July 6, a human man is going to come to the shire in secret for you. His name is Zane; you will recall he’s the London Thief befriended by our Alphas, the Marquess and Marchioness of Langford, until he was banished for wedding their daughter. He will have with him some shards of a blue diamond once known as Draumr. He will summon you from your bedroom at Plum House, and you will go with him. I know that at this point in your life, you’ve never heard of Draumr, so I will briefly explain: Draumr was a stone from our ancestral hom
