Title: Dragons Of War (Firebrand #3)
Author: Kyra Dune
Genre: YA Sword & Sorcery
With the High King dead and the future of the Ten Kingdoms at stake, the companions have split into two groups. Jada’s group is bound for Waterfall in the north, with the intention of removing the usurper Tarel Andrassis from her throne. Carlan’s group flies south to Slithering, there to hopefully find an ally in the slyph king.
In both directions wait dangers neither group will see coming. Dangers of the flesh and dangers of the heart. In the end, whether the war for the Ten Kingdoms is won or lost, nothing can ever be the same again.
“And you were just going to let us sleep while some danger crept up on us.” Verdin took a step toward the mage. “You son of a--”
“Do you know what it is?” Carlan broke in before there could be any trouble.
Verdin growled with impatience. “Well would you like to enlighten the rest of us?”
Zazere sat up and pushed the hood of his robe back. Blue firelight danced in his black eyes. “That would be a dragon. Unless I mistake myself. Which of course I don’t.”
“Are...” Carlan swallowed back a sudden dryness in his throat. “Are you certain it’s a dragon?”
Carlan and Verdin exchanged a look, and then Carlan went to kneel beside Rinitha. He gently shook her awake. When she opened her bright blue eyes and looked up at him, he had to try very hard to remain calm.
“I don’t want you to panic,” he said, “but there may be a dragon somewhere nearby.”
Rinitha squeaked in alarm as she sat up and grabbed hold of his arm. “What do we do?”
“There is no cause for alarm I assure you.” Zazere stood, straightening out his black robes. “If you all remain calm, that is.”
“Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.” Verdin drew his gun as the sounds came closer.
Carlan helped Rinitha to her feet, then called his fire up to surround his hands with blue flames. Zazere stepped in front of him. “It would be highly unwise to greet what’s coming with violence.”
Carlan stared into the mage’s unfathomable black eyes and wished he had the other man’s ability for reading minds. Well, either he was going to trust Zazere or he wasn’t. Time to make up his mind.
“Put your gun away, Verdin,” Carlan said.
“What?” Verdin looked over his shoulder. “Are you seriously going to listen to him?”
Carlan met his gaze. “Yes.” He looked to Sundance. “Stand down, boy.” The young gryphon gave him a quizzical look, then sat back on his haunches. Carlan looked back to Verdin, who was still holding the gun. “Please, trust me.”
“I trust you fine, Carlan.” Verdin glanced at Zazere, then holstered his gun. “Stand down, Starshine.” The black gryphon sat, but his muscles remained bunched.
When the dragon entered the cavern it was not at all what Carlan was expecting. It was not much larger than the gryphons and its scales were a rather unremarkable shade of mottled green and brown. But most surprising of all was the fact that it was being led on a chain by a tall slyph woman in gleaming silver chainmail.
Her gaze swept over them and came to rest on Zazere. “I dare say I think my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Zee Zee, could that really be you? I would have thought you too smart to ever show your face in this kingdom again after you ran away with your tail between your legs like a scalded dog.”
“It’s good to see you too, Sana. Still prefer the company of large, scaly beasts to men I see.”
About The Author
Kyra Dune was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family. She is the author of more than twenty fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be waiting over the next rainbow.