"Don't confuse poor decisions with your destiny, Nightmare. Own your errors and learn from them. Let them empower your destiny, not sway you from it."
Lady Morana
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Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Prologue From Soon to Release: Fallen Tiers
Here is a tidbit from the upcoming novel: Fallen Tiers - Book 5 of The Blue Dragon's Geas
Jon nodded to the acolyte that took the reins of his lexital. His robes were gray from the dust of travel and his hair unkempt. It was not this that drew the eyes of everyone in the stable yard, it was the little black dragon curled tightly around his neck. The thin whip of a tail looked more like a choker tight against the mage’s throat.
He looked around in amazement. He knew of this temple, all death mages did. But, this was more than he had imagined. It was fashioned similarly to the tiers, the levels though were not as distinct and black spires rose up here and there. Where Silverport was built of white glistening stone, the temple was represented in black. Where he stood now was in a courtyard outside the main wall of the temple.
The death mage’s eyes traveled up to see cave openings lining the far off cliff walls. How many dragons had the High Priestess managed to gather? If they were all full, it was a concern he would have to relay to Alador. He cast a clean spell absently as he continued to take in the breath-taking view.
His eyes caught the far off movement of three dragons flying together. They looped in and out of one another before making some far off diving run. As they dropped down, he lost sight of them. Their choreography in flight had been amazing. He stroked Nightmare’s small muzzle bringing a soft sigh from the hatchling.
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Jon nodded to the acolyte that took the reins of his lexital. His robes were gray from the dust of travel and his hair unkempt. It was not this that drew the eyes of everyone in the stable yard, it was the little black dragon curled tightly around his neck. The thin whip of a tail looked more like a choker tight against the mage’s throat.
He looked around in amazement. He knew of this temple, all death mages did. But, this was more than he had imagined. It was fashioned similarly to the tiers, the levels though were not as distinct and black spires rose up here and there. Where Silverport was built of white glistening stone, the temple was represented in black. Where he stood now was in a courtyard outside the main wall of the temple.
The death mage’s eyes traveled up to see cave openings lining the far off cliff walls. How many dragons had the High Priestess managed to gather? If they were all full, it was a concern he would have to relay to Alador. He cast a clean spell absently as he continued to take in the breath-taking view.
His eyes caught the far off movement of three dragons flying together. They looped in and out of one another before making some far off diving run. As they dropped down, he lost sight of them. Their choreography in flight had been amazing. He stroked Nightmare’s small muzzle bringing a soft sigh from the hatchling.
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