About Jean Lauzier
Jean Lauzier started out writing short stories and had quite a few published in online magazines such as
Long Story Short, Crimson Dagger, Wax Romantic, Mysterical-e, and many other places that don’t exist
now. She’s also won several short story writing contests (once, she took 2nd place in NETWO’s contest)
and placed in numerous others.
Jean plays in many different genres. She has a western time travel serial that is online titled I Wish…, a
romance serial (also online) titled Where the Heart is, along with a short, mystery story collection, Six
Pack of Murder. Her first novel, Dragons of Jade, made its debut April 1st of this year.
Jean lives in Longview where she is the president of Longview’s East Texas Writer’s Association. At
home, she divides her time between hubby, kids, 2 Dobermans, training the cat, bonsai trees, and
Excerpt from Dragons of Jade
Even the dragon agrees.
Jade Delaney sat at her desk and studied the note that had been left with her as an infant.
The handwritten letters flowed across the page.
This is my daughter, Jade. It isn’t safe for her here. Please take care of her for me. Jade, I
hope one day you can understand. I love you more than life itself but cannot protect you here.
Even the dragon agrees. Lilith.
Jade ran a fingertip across the signature. Lilith, her mother was Lilith. She reread the last
line again, shook her head, and sighed. There’s no such thing as dragons. Even if she did dream
of them on a regular basis.
At the front of the classroom, the professor cleared his throat, and scooted his chair across
the floor. Jade slid down in her seat, folded the pages, returned them to their envelope, and sat
staring at the open textbook. Footsteps approached so she glanced up. Mr. Smithers. And
heading her way. He stopped beside her, laid a folded sheet of paper across the pages of her
book, tapped them then moved on. She sighed and waited for him to return to his desk before
picking it up. Must have done really bad on that test. Why couldn’t anatomy be more interesting?
She picked up the paper, opened it. See me after class. Yep, must have done really bad. She
sighed, slid the paper between the pages of her book, and tried to concentrate on the canine
Jade waited until her classmates had left before approaching the front of the classroom. She
stood before the desk of her professor and wiped a hand on her pants leg. Her stomach churned
Mr. Smithers looked up from the paper in his hand and into her eyes. “I don’t understand it.
We discussed this in class during the past week and yet you still barely pass. You know the
material. What am I doing wrong?”
Jade shifted from one foot to the other. “It isn’t you, you’re a great teacher. I just don’t
enjoy anatomy.” She cringed as she said it but that was the truth.
He handed her the test paper. A large D minus in red sharpie at the top. “You have a natural
ability with animals. I’ve watched you in the clinic; it’s almost as if you can read their minds.
But you need more than an affinity for animals to become a veterinarian.” He shook his head.
“You’re a bright girl, good student, intelligent. I hate to see you wasting your potential. But
maybe you need to change careers.” He dropped his sharpie in the desk drawer, shoved it closed.
“Today is Friday. Think about what you want out of life this weekend.” He ran a hand through
his thinning hair. “I’ll see you Monday.”
Jade picked her denim backpack off the floor, swung it over her shoulder. “Have a nice
“Think about it Jade, you’re much too intelligent to be wasting your time like this.”
“I will.” She turned on her heels and strode from the room.
The classroom door closed behind her with a quiet click as she shifted the backpack filled
with books. “That was fun, Jade.” She brushed back a strand of hair from her face. If she knew
what she wanted to do with her life, she’d be doing it instead of being here. Her footsteps echoed
down the empty hallway as the light grew dim. She gazed around. A single light shone from the
ceiling, illuminating a small spot on the door leading from of the building. In the light, an image
shimmered on the door. Jade stepped in front of the door and gasped. She glanced around
searching the hallway, saw no one, and turned back to the door. Her backpack slid off her
shoulder and thumped to the floor as she stared at the image of herself standing before Mr.
Smithers’ desk. Reaching up, she tentatively touched the scene. Her fingers warmed as they
merged with the image then chilled with contact of the metal door. The picture shifted around
her fingers to show her dressed in a cap and gown, diploma in hand. Jade sucked in her breath.
So she would graduate. But how could this be possible?
She glanced around the darkened hallway again but still saw no one. The image shifted and
swirled. A man appeared next to her, a small boy joined them. Her image-self reached down,
picked up the child and smiled. The picture blurred, and Jade wiped a tear from her cheek. She
would be a mother one day.
A breeze played with her hair as the wall beside the image shifted and shimmered. Another
door appeared in the wall, wavered, and became solid. Jade ran her hand across the wood.
Gazing around at the empty hall, she brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. She turned
back to the new door, watched it shimmer as an image formed. With a gasp, she stepped back
from the door shaking her head. “That’s not possible. There’s no such thing as dragons.” Jade
swallowed hard, touched the dragon in the image. Her image-self stood before the dragon, hand
The dragon turned toward her, met her gaze. It’s your choice.