For Nolwenn witch Talaith, a bad day begins with being dragged from bed by an angry mob intent on her crispy end and culminates in rescue by--wait for it--a silver-maned dragon. Existence as a hated outcast is nothing new for a woman with such powerful secrets. The dragon, though? A tad unusual. This one has a human form to die for, and knows it. According to dragon law, Talaith is now his property, for pleasure... Or otherwise. But if Lord Arrogance...

Only for those I love would I traipse into the merciless Northlands to risk life, limb, and my exquisite beauty. But do they appreciate it? Do they say, "Gwenvael the Handsome, you are the best among us--the most loved of all dragons?" No! For centuries my family has refused to acknowledge my magnificence as well as my innate humility. Yet for them, and because I am so chivalrous, I will brave the worst this land has to offer. So here I stand, waiting...

I was raised for battle. And as the first daughter of a warrior family, I've earned my reputation the hard way. Yet now I fight alongside uncivilized male Northland dragons who think a female is only good for breeding and waiting back home in the cave. But it's the foolish and foolhardy who would try to stop me, Rhona the Fearless, from doing what I do best-destroying the enemies of my kind. So the smartest thing wily barbarian Vigholf the Abhorrent...

It's not always easy being a female warrior with a nickname like Annwyl the Bloody. Men tend to either cower in fear--a lot--or else salute. It's true that Annwyl has a knack for decapitating legions of her ruthless brother's soldiers without pausing for breath. But just once it would be nice to be able to really talk to a man, the way she can talk to Fearghus the Destroyer. Too bad that Fearghus is a dragon, of the large, scaly, and deadly type....

Try a little dragon tenderness. I am Ghleanna the Decimator. I am a warrior. A soldier. I know no fear. No pain. No mercy. I do, however, know acute embarrassment! How could I not after getting dumped by a bastard dragon in front of my own troops? So I tuck tail and return to my cave, drowning my sorrows in ale-as is my family's way. But instead of leaving me to my misery, I've been summoned to the Dragon Queen's court. As if my life wasn't pathetic...

HE SAYS... I, Aidan the Divine, am, well divine. My name was given to me by the Dragon Queen herself! I'm a delight! Cheerful. Charming. And a mighty warrior who is extremely handsome with a very large and well-hidden hoard of gold. I am also royal born, despite the fact that most in my family are horrendous beings that don't deserve to live. And yet, Branwen the Awful-a low-born, no less-either tells me to shut up or, worse, ignores me completely. SHE...

Sometimes being silly can be deadly serious. Alonia is the kind of elf who wears a pretty dress to go gathering in the forest just because it makes her happy. And it seems to work. It gathers her a dragon, one who likes to be silly and moon over cute boys just like she does. Which is all fine and good until they turn the weapon's master's sword into... well, I can't tell you. That would be a spoiler.

The unmissable first half of New York Times bestselling author G.A. Aiken's bold, uproarious, and undeniably sexy Dragon Kin series! Dragon Actually. Annwyl has a knack for decapitating legions of her ruthless brother's soldiers without pausing for breath. But just once it would be nice to be able to really talk to a man, the way she can talk to Fearghus the Destroyer. It's just too bad Fearghus is a dragon ... isn't it? About a Dragon. For Nolwenn...

There are only four. The prophecy speaks of five. They have time yet... until the Dragon Star sends visions of doom for the dragons across the waters and even those not called must be ready. A small elf who has waited so very long for a dragon of her own prepares to do what she can to help her friends pack their bags and meet their destinies, and hides the terrible sadness in her own heart. She has not been chosen. Then the dragon queen looks into...