What is this? A brand-new universe inspired by world cultures and myths + guilty-pleasures.
Pitch. They have double lives. One is in the technofantastic world of Transarcane where they are proud bearers of the Dragon genome and key players in political games.
The other is in the modern Americana where they sell rare stones to De Beers and look for potential escorts/entertainers to take them back to Transarcane.
There is one perk that outweighs all the money in the two worlds. Transarcane is the Land of Long Life. They measure life spans in centuries, not decades.
Also, the Dragon lords sell kipi pepper in New York and chocolate in Valaya Capital, but who said it was a bad thing? International trade has no other shortcomings but making certain people very rich.
So they don’t work hard but they play hard, for they have plenty of time. And they are still too young to be bored.
Caelin aka The Awakener. Good-natured rogue. Bearer of the Sun Opal dragon genome. He is also the mythical Flier who introduces the young girls before 17 – the Age of Passage – to the pleasures of erotic arts.
Magda aka The Demon Lady. Whoremonger and businesswoman. Owner of Star Lovers, the chain of brothels with Earthling girls in Transarcane. Sex addict and sole breadwinner of House Mayacee, a huge family of lazy-asses. Her dragon genome is the Fiery Ruby.
Queen Marika aka The Praying Mantis. The true ruler of Valaya Domain. Serious multiple identity disorder condition. She X-rays everything in sight with her acid-green eyes., while her royal husband, King Vlad aka King Asshole, is busy whoring and drinking.
Laur aka the Arms Baron. Heir of Seanina, the Night Diamond House. Caelin’s nemesis and genius weapons designer. Religious. Thinks Earth circa Now is a great market in the first place.
So here is the crux. Illeana is about to turn 17. The Passage Ball is a major social event in the kingdom. The lords and ladies try on their best jewelry and order baths.
The tale of all times, nothings that now exist no more
While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind
And sadly spins the fibre of the story in my mind...
She whispers words of tender love, whispers which fiery kisses seal.
He murmurs, "Whisper on, dear love, and let thy eyes' soft mystery
Speak on in meaningless sweet words that full of meaning are to me.
My people ceased their march along the Danube side;
Harold no longer dreamed the universe to ride,
…The conqueror from that hour was vanquished by your word.
With gleaming diadem of stars and eyes lit with a virgin smile,
So I a pallid mortal girl transformed into a deathless saint,
A girl with barren empty soul and body soiled, depraved and vile.
On the pavement of the soul
As does wax before God's altar
From the sacred candles roll.
High tales with fancy laden
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
And scarcely can his chest contain the burning ardour of its fire;
Till clasping her to him at last in one long, clinging sweet caress,
His fiery mouth is set on hers, and on her lips his hot lips press.