Kathleen MacIver

Time-Travel Romance and Young-Adult Fantasy

The Malach

The Malach

A little girl climbed up on her grandfather's knee, her face serious and ernest. "Grandpapa," she said. "Have you time for a tale?"

He smiled. "Of course, child. What tale will you have?"

The girl scrunched up her face and twirled a dark wisp of hair before her face brightened.

"Tell me of Griswaen, Grandpapa. Was she not the last of the dragons?"

"She was the last of the Malach. Or so the old tales go. And I suppose there could not have been any of the more unsavory dragons left, or they would have attacked us, once there were no Malach left to oppose them."

The girl nestled down a little more comfortably against the old man's chest, as he took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"Let's see...once upon a time, during the Aels of late


harvest when the first snows had just swept over the


mountains, a dragon crawled from her egg. Ordinarily, no


one would have remembered the birth of one small


dragon. But Griswaen was different, for she was


covered in the most beautiful tiny scales anyone


had ever seen, even among the already-magnificent



When Time Stood Still, by Kathleen MacIver
I'm still working on Rys and Gianna's story, but you can read Matthew and Rhianna's story, set in my Scottish/American time-travel world.