Elenda Murphy needs change like she needs oxygen.

Constant motion.
Extreme adventure.
Anything but standing still.
Her heart always as restless as her mind.

Then a shattered leg sends Elenda back to the bedrock of family.

An enchanting tale of destiny and free will.

An excerpt from Legacy of the Land:
For the first time since Elenda had gotten tall enough, she looked out that diamond shaped window as the elevator moved. 
She’d habitually avoided looking out at the passing floors, but Elenda was sure she would have noticed a mirror replacing the clear glass. 
A pale, drawn reflection stared back at her. Elenda was horrified at the dark circles under her eyes and lines around her mouth. Her hair was even faded, as if she'd gone gray since leaving that morning. She reached toward her hair, then froze.
The woman in the mirror moved too.
She didn't touch her hair, and she certainly wasn't still and staring.
Instead, Elenda's reflection covered her face with her hands. She seemed to be crying.
Elenda backed against the wall, whispering no over and over again. 
The reflection continued to sob.