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We’re still in the same scene as before, but a new perspective has arrived…
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The Dragonlands series continues in the heat and heart of the desert.
Those who dance with fire cannot help getting burned…
The delegation is in trouble. Elder Khennik kin Blazeborn is sick, mistrust festers amongst the dragons, yet the Skylark travels onwards, bound by its diplomatic mission. Clan Sunlord is not known for its tolerance of humans, but the Rift Riders have no choice. The journey must go on.
The desert awaits, full of heat and passion and strange wonders, but each smile is tinged with cunning and betrayal is never far away. New dragons, new dangers, fresh troubles and deep prejudice lurk in the shadows of the Sunlord palace. The Dragonlands are changing, but this time even the strong might not survive.
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Read on for the first part of Chapter One.
A Courtship of Dragons is a M/M Romance short novel (approximately 60,000 words) told in short scenes, between two young dragons, Estenarven kin Boulderforce Clan Stoneheart and Mastekh kin Rainstorm Clan Flowflight. It’s pure fluff ‘n’ stuff and not intended to be anything other than that.
A momentary interlude, after all the drama.
“WELL, THAT WAS rather dramatic, and far from what I intended.”
“What in the world did you expect, sending them both to the top of the mountain in the midst of the Storm Season, you crazy old wyvern?”
“There’s no need for names, Reglian. You’ve been spending far too much time with Khennik.”
“Not nearly as much time as you’ll be spending with him after he hears about this.”
“Ah. Yes. He may be a little upset.”
“Upset? Goryal, I know you’re old and think you’re subtle, but that is the ancestor of all understatements, even from you.”
“Hyperbole, Reglian, really? I thought archivists were chosen for their intellect and skill with words. Yes. Exactly. See. You turned your furious exasperation into a single look. What a marvellous skill.”
“Sister Storm, help me, Goryal! You may be old and powerful, but you’re not immortal. One of these days…”
“Yes, yes, Reglian, do stop fussing and help me move these two, please. I think I shall have to shrink Estenarven, much though he won’t thank me for it with all those scars his human form will be wearing, but I truly don’t think it’s possible to move him at this size.”
“Not with only two of us, no.”
“There you go again, ignoring all your words and intellect and stating the obvious. It’s not funny, you know.”
“Shut up and lift. You take Mastekh, I’ll carry Esten.”
“Are you sure? The storm seems rather partial to him after taking such a large bite, I could…”
“Argue about this all day, yes, I know. But I’d rather we moved. Just because I’m Clan Skystorm, doesn’t mean I actually enjoy getting struck by lightning. Repeatedly.”
“Ah, yes. I see. Of course. You should have said, I could have… Hold on. Better?”
“Please don’t tell me you could have been holding back the lightning all along.”
“All right, I won’t tell you. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Reglian, I was distracted.”
“You’ll be dismembered if you don’t watch it.”
“Violence is not the answer.”
“Perhaps not, but it will make me feel better.”
“Oh, hush, a little lightning won’t hurt you. You’re a Thunderwing, absorb it and turn it into power.”
“I can do that?”
“Of course you can! You’re a Skystorm, aren’t you?”
“No one’s ever taught me that. No one’s ever even mentioned that.”
“Of course they have. I taught you… Didn’t I teach you? Oh. Well, I meant to. Goodness, look at that sky. I do believe it’s time we moved on. Poor Mastekh could do with a soak in the pool and as for Esten… Hm, we have work to do.”
“Not least in figuring out how you’re going to explain this all to Khennik.”
“Oh, that’s the easiest bit of all.”
“You’re going to tell him.”
“What? Goryal? Goryal! Get back here, you crazy old wyvern! You can’t just – argh! This blasted lightning. Ow!”
A deep and long-suffering sigh filled the lull between the thunder.
“Wretched Starshines. Constantly popping in and out like soap bubbles. Insufferable.” Another sigh. “Ah well, come along, Esten, let’s get you somewhere dry and see what little the storm has left of you. Khennik is going to love this.”
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