The Purpose of Miss Shepley

It is the fourth day of Bloomsmonth, year 526 of the Common Reckoning, and away in the war-tattered Barony of Ewert, Edith Shepley is dressing for a ball she doesn't wish to attend.

Now sixteen years old, Edith must turn her mind to the purpose of all well-bred Folk ladies: to marry well and produce an heir. It's a duty Edith doesn't particularly look forward to, and a troubling one since she doesn't particularly look well-bred or Folk. Red-haired, freckled, and gangly, she all too plainly takes after her father -- and who he was, nobody knows. Edith looks like a Wyrm, and that's all anyone will say about that.

Still, duty is duty, and a dubious pedigree gives a young lady good reason to be dutiful. But when an ambitious cousin decides Ewert should be his, with or without her hand in marriage, Edith begins to question who she truly is -- and who she wants to be.

Book One of The Unfinished Wyrm