Spine of the Dragon (Wake the Dragon #1) by Kevin J. Anderson
English | 2019 |Fantasy | ePUB | 1.8 Mb
Spine of the Dragon: New York Times bestselling author Kevin J. Anderson triumphantly returns to epic fantasy with the Wake the Dragon series. Spine of the Dragon is a politically charged adventure of swords, sorcery, venegeance, and the rise of sleeping giants.
Two continents at war, the Three Kingdoms and Ishara, are divided by past bloodshed. When an outside threat arises—the reawakening of a powerful ancient race that wants to remake the world—the two warring nations must somehow set aside generational hatreds and form an alliance to fight their true enemy.
“I can feel this storm coming even inside the castle, my handsome Starfall.” She stepped past him to look at the approaching dust cloud. Out of habit, she traced a circle around her heart. “Cra, that’s a powerful one!” The green reptile bird on her shoulder ruffled his wings and hopped from one clawed foot to the other.
At twenty-one, Penda was two years younger than Adan, yet in her travels with the Utauk caravans, she had seen more of the world. He liked to think that he had tamed his exotic wife, though it was more likely she had tamed him. He accepted that. She was no fawning princess and never would be—and he would not want her that way. They had been married for two years, and he still felt caught up in new love for her. Penda adored him back, he had no doubt of that.
He wasn’t sure he could say the same of Xar, his wife’s mischievous pet ska. He was the size of a falcon, with emerald-green scales on his body, pale green plumage, and faceted eyes like a moth’s. A thin collar around his scaly neck was inset with a central diamond. On her shoulder, Penda wore a protective leather pad to provide a perch for Xar. Only Utauks could keep and tend the flying creatures, and some owners, like Penda, had a clear heart link with their pets, sharing sensations. The ska haughtily tilted his head from side to side, as if expecting Adan to do something about the coming storm that troubled his Penda.
“Easy, Xar.” She stroked the side of the creature’s narrow face and turned to Adan. “I’ve weathered many dust storms as they tore at our tents out in the hills, but I sense that this isn’t just a storm. It doesn’t feel natural.” She seemed to be fighting off an unconscious shiver.”