The Year of the Dragon series Complete Boxed Set by James Calbraith (#1-8)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 4.6 MB
Best-selling oriental fantasy – dragons, wizards and samurai! Described as “part Harry Potter, part Shogun”, James Calbraith’s “The Year of the Dragon” series is an epic tale of magic, intrigue and war in a world of dragon riding marines, wizard-controlled ironclads and vampire samurai. For the first time, the full box set containing all 8 volumes.
The Shadow of Black Wings
The Warrior’s Soul
The Islands in the Mist
The Rising Tide
The Chrysanthemum Seal
The Withering Flame
The Shattering Waves
The Last Dragon King
It came out of the fog.
An old, ghostly, Bataavian man-o-war, glowing crimson, its tattered black sails full even though the sea was silent for miles. Gunports open wide along the broadside; cannons primed and ready to fire. And not a soul on board.
The look-out was the first to cry the words everyone knew and dreaded in these seas south of the Cape: “The Flying Bataavian! Straight ahead!”
Prone to superstition, the sailors fell into disarray. The captain and the officers tried to stem the chaos, but it was too late. Panic spread like wildfire. The helmsman, deaf to the orders, turned the Birkenhead to the starboard to evade the wraith ship coming towards them.
A terrible sound of iron plating searing and the wooden hull cracking, splintering and tearing came from the bottom of the Birkenhead as it struck an unseen reef. The frigate shook and stalled.
“Astern! Astern!” cried the captain, and the crew obliged — backwards seemed the only possible way to go. The ghostly Bataavian was now almost upon them. The paddle-wheels turned with effort and the frigate started sliding off the rock. That was a deadly mistake. The sea rushed into the hole, the plates buckled, the bulkheads ripped open. Whoever was still under the deck drowned in an instant. The flooded engines hissed and stopped. The Birkenhead began to break in two.
“Drop the anchor!” the captain cried. “Lower the quarter boats! Women and children first!”
The thick oaken door of his cabin muffled the sounds of alarm whistles and bugles. With no sense of urgency, the old Bataavian physician was packing his meagre belongings into the black leather bag.
“Master von Siebold,” the cabin boy pleaded, glancing anxiously at the porthole. He could see nothing through it but raging seawater.
“You go, boy, if you are in such a hurry,” the old man said, nodding, “I have witnessed my share of sinkings. It will be hours before the entire ship is submerged.”
He hesitated for a moment, picking up the small black lacquer figurine of a dragon. “My dear Ine,” he smiled sadly, “I wonder if you found a husband yet?”
The cabin boy could take it no longer and dashed for the door. At the same time, it burst open. Several soldiers grabbed the physician by his black coat, dragging him out onto the deck, their eyes mad with fear and anger. “It’s all your fault, Bataavian! Look, your people are coming to get you!” they cried and hissed, pointing towards the ghostly ship. They pulled the old man, still clutching desperately to his black leather bag, over to the side of the quickly sinking frigate, ready to throw him overboard to pacify the angry spirits of the sea.
“Seventy-Fourth! Halt! Are you men or beasts? Stand to attention when an officer speaks!”
A voice demanding immediate respect barked out behind them. The soldiers turned around and stood rigid at once as they faced their regimental commander in full Highland dress, impeccably neat and absurdly out of place in the middle of the southern ocean.