Following the harrowing events that
brought them to Landale Forest, Jace and Kyrin have settled
comfortably into their new lives and the mission of protecting those
under the emperor’s persecution. The fast approach of winter brings
with it the anticipation of a quiet few months ahead. That is until
the arrival of four mysterious, dragon-riding cretes who seek aid in
a mission of great importance—not only to their own people, but to
all followers of Elôm.
Hidden in the vast mining valley north
of Valcré, a faithful crete has spent years sharing his knowledge
with the destitute miners and their families and is known to possess
what may be Arcacia’s last surviving copies of the King’s
Scrolls—the Word of Elôm. Joining the cretes, those in Landale
must find the crete teacher and bring him to safety, but it is a race
against time. Should Daican’s men find him first, execution and the
destruction of the Scrolls is certain.
When disaster strikes, all seems lost.
Could Elôm have a plan even in the enemy’s triumph?
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Jaye L. Knight is a homeschool
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Excerpt
The other younger crete took a swig of
his coffee and set his eyes past her. Kyrin peeked over her shoulder
at Kaden who, of course, was staring at the dragon. The female
creature stared back in mutual interest.
“Go ahead,” the crete said
suddenly. “You can touch her. She loves attention, and she’ll
only attack if I tell her to.” A sly glint sparkled in his
spring-green eyes.
Besides Jace, Kyrin had never seen
anyone with such bright and colorful eyes as these cretes.
Kaden looked at him, his brows rising.
“You can do that?”
The crete nodded. “Dragons are highly
intelligent. You can teach them almost any command. Storm here is
young, but she learns fast.”
Kyrin smiled at the delight in her
brother’s eyes as he stepped closer to the dragon and ran his hand
over her bluish-gray neck scales. A grin split his face.
“She’s so smooth. Kyrin, come and
feel it.”
Kyrin stepped to his side and laid her
hand on the dragon. The scales were indeed very smooth, reminding her
of the polished marble stair-railings in Auréa Palace, but they
weren’t cold. Warmth radiated through them. The dragon, still
watching them, let out a little rumble, almost like a giant cat’s
purr.
“I told you she liked attention,”
the crete said, grinning.
Kyrin chuckled and glanced at Jace to
see if he wanted to touch the dragon, but he made no move to come
closer. This certainly had more to do with the crete than the dragon.
He was very fond of any type of animal. She faced the crete again.
“So they can breathe fire?”
“For short bursts, but that’s
usually all it takes to deter any threat.”
“That’s incredible,” Kaden
breathed.
While he continued admiring Storm,
Kyrin observed the dragon’s rider. He appeared to be in his early
to mid-twenties—about ten years younger than Captain Darq—though
his exact age was impossible to guess. Cretes were said to mature
faster than humans, so he could be anywhere from seventeen to
twenty-five. He too wore a sleeveless jerkin. Brown tattoos, a little
darker than his skin, marked both shoulders. Darq and the other
cretes had them as well, but Kyrin hadn’t taken a good look at them
until now. This man’s were a complicated pattern of spirals and
dots, but the shape of a fox stood out in the center of his right
shoulder.
Though she tried to be discreet, he
must have caught her studying him and suddenly extended his hand to
her. “I’m Talas, by the way. Talas Folkan of the Fox Clan.”
