Assassin's Blade: An Epic Fantasy with Dragons
She whirled to storm away -
--and found herself face-to-face with a person dressed all in grey, who wore a gray veil over their face so that only the eyes showed - hard blue eyes that glared at her.
Fia stopped in her tracks. "Are ... you a fare?"
Metal flashed in the man's hand. A dagger!
Which he promptly jammed into Fia's side.
"No!" She pulled back. She was wearing leather armor under her clothes, but the point of the dagger bruised her deeply.
Fia reached for her own dagger, but before she could grip it, something thudded against the back of the head so hard that her teeth clacked.
A moment later, she found herself lying stunned on the ground, a strange, rattled cry coming out of her mouth. And Ryelleth was standing over her with a gigantic roar, wings out, teeth gleaming, defending Fia.
A short distance away, men in grey robes swirled around her papa where he lay unmoving on the ground.
"Babbi!" Fia, her head whirling from being struck, struggled to get up. Ryelleth swiftly brought her nose under Fia and helped her to her feet - an old war dragon move, Fia realized gratefully, one that helped a fallen rider stand up. The leather armor she wore helped protect her from the heat of her dragon's touch.
One of the men in grey jammed a cloth into her struggling papa's mouth....
"No!" Fia half-screamed, too bruised to draw breath....
... and two men grabbed him under the arms and dragged him away.
Fia unsheathed her sword and stumbled after them across the landing, her dragon keeping pace at her side like a gigantic hound.
An assailant blindsided her. She turned barely in time to block his attack with her sword, but her arm was weak from the earlier dagger attack.
Ryelleth struck at the man, swift as a snake, her huge teeth clashing a hair's breadth from his face. The assailant sprang away from Fia with a shriek and raced screaming toward the men who were dragging her daddy away.
Ryelleth roared and inhaled.
"Hold, Ry! No fire! They have my father!" Fia grabbed the straps and hauled herself up on Ryelleth's back. "Give chase!"
Ryelleth hadn't yet unfolded her wings, and so she went galumphing into the thick fog in pursuit of the men. Fia, who was now bouncing around in the saddle, frantically strapped herself in, shouting, "Fly, sweetie!" Dragons were great in the air, but on land they ran like little fat dogs.
Out came her wings, and Ryelleth sprang into the air, her mouth open like a dog ready to play. Fia grabbed her bow off her back and quickly nocked an arrow on the string, waiting for the fog to reveal her target....
The fog opened to reveal, directly ahead, a small green dragon waiting with open jaws. A green racer, and the kidnappers were dragging her daddy onto its back.
Fia knew nearly all of the local ferry dragons by sight, as well as many of the dragons in the city's army and the Pope's army. This green racer dragon was not one she'd ever seen before.
She shot three arrows at the dragon's face, but it only shut its mailed eyes and closed its nostrils the way lizards do. Her arrows glanced off its armor. Fia swore.
One of the men in grey commanded, "Fire, now!"
The green racer jerked forward to blast fire directly at Ryelleth and Fia.
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--and found herself face-to-face with a person dressed all in grey, who wore a gray veil over their face so that only the eyes showed - hard blue eyes that glared at her.
Fia stopped in her tracks. "Are ... you a fare?"
Metal flashed in the man's hand. A dagger!
Which he promptly jammed into Fia's side.
"No!" She pulled back. She was wearing leather armor under her clothes, but the point of the dagger bruised her deeply.
Fia reached for her own dagger, but before she could grip it, something thudded against the back of the head so hard that her teeth clacked.
A moment later, she found herself lying stunned on the ground, a strange, rattled cry coming out of her mouth. And Ryelleth was standing over her with a gigantic roar, wings out, teeth gleaming, defending Fia.
A short distance away, men in grey robes swirled around her papa where he lay unmoving on the ground.
"Babbi!" Fia, her head whirling from being struck, struggled to get up. Ryelleth swiftly brought her nose under Fia and helped her to her feet - an old war dragon move, Fia realized gratefully, one that helped a fallen rider stand up. The leather armor she wore helped protect her from the heat of her dragon's touch.
One of the men in grey jammed a cloth into her struggling papa's mouth....
"No!" Fia half-screamed, too bruised to draw breath....
... and two men grabbed him under the arms and dragged him away.
Fia unsheathed her sword and stumbled after them across the landing, her dragon keeping pace at her side like a gigantic hound.
An assailant blindsided her. She turned barely in time to block his attack with her sword, but her arm was weak from the earlier dagger attack.
Ryelleth struck at the man, swift as a snake, her huge teeth clashing a hair's breadth from his face. The assailant sprang away from Fia with a shriek and raced screaming toward the men who were dragging her daddy away.
Ryelleth roared and inhaled.
"Hold, Ry! No fire! They have my father!" Fia grabbed the straps and hauled herself up on Ryelleth's back. "Give chase!"
Ryelleth hadn't yet unfolded her wings, and so she went galumphing into the thick fog in pursuit of the men. Fia, who was now bouncing around in the saddle, frantically strapped herself in, shouting, "Fly, sweetie!" Dragons were great in the air, but on land they ran like little fat dogs.
Out came her wings, and Ryelleth sprang into the air, her mouth open like a dog ready to play. Fia grabbed her bow off her back and quickly nocked an arrow on the string, waiting for the fog to reveal her target....
The fog opened to reveal, directly ahead, a small green dragon waiting with open jaws. A green racer, and the kidnappers were dragging her daddy onto its back.
Fia knew nearly all of the local ferry dragons by sight, as well as many of the dragons in the city's army and the Pope's army. This green racer dragon was not one she'd ever seen before.
She shot three arrows at the dragon's face, but it only shut its mailed eyes and closed its nostrils the way lizards do. Her arrows glanced off its armor. Fia swore.
One of the men in grey commanded, "Fire, now!"
The green racer jerked forward to blast fire directly at Ryelleth and Fia.
Assassin's Blade: An Epic Fantasy with Dragons
She whirled to storm away -
--and found herself face-to-face with a person dressed all in grey, who wore a gray veil over their face so that only the eyes showed - hard blue eyes that glared at her.
Fia stopped in her tracks. "Are ... you a fare?"
Metal flashed in the man's hand. A dagger!
Which he promptly jammed into Fia's side.
"No!" She pulled back. She was wearing leather armor under her clothes, but the point of the dagger bruised her deeply.
Fia reached for her own dagger, but before she could grip it, something thudded against the back of the head so hard that her teeth clacked.
A moment later, she found herself lying stunned on the ground, a strange, rattled cry coming out of her mouth. And Ryelleth was standing over her with a gigantic roar, wings out, teeth gleaming, defending Fia.
A short distance away, men in grey robes swirled around her papa where he lay unmoving on the ground.
"Babbi!" Fia, her head whirling from being struck, struggled to get up. Ryelleth swiftly brought her nose under Fia and helped her to her feet - an old war dragon move, Fia realized gratefully, one that helped a fallen rider stand up. The leather armor she wore helped protect her from the heat of her dragon's touch.
One of the men in grey jammed a cloth into her struggling papa's mouth....
"No!" Fia half-screamed, too bruised to draw breath....
... and two men grabbed him under the arms and dragged him away.
Fia unsheathed her sword and stumbled after them across the landing, her dragon keeping pace at her side like a gigantic hound.
An assailant blindsided her. She turned barely in time to block his attack with her sword, but her arm was weak from the earlier dagger attack.
Ryelleth struck at the man, swift as a snake, her huge teeth clashing a hair's breadth from his face. The assailant sprang away from Fia with a shriek and raced screaming toward the men who were dragging her daddy away.
Ryelleth roared and inhaled.
"Hold, Ry! No fire! They have my father!" Fia grabbed the straps and hauled herself up on Ryelleth's back. "Give chase!"
Ryelleth hadn't yet unfolded her wings, and so she went galumphing into the thick fog in pursuit of the men. Fia, who was now bouncing around in the saddle, frantically strapped herself in, shouting, "Fly, sweetie!" Dragons were great in the air, but on land they ran like little fat dogs.
Out came her wings, and Ryelleth sprang into the air, her mouth open like a dog ready to play. Fia grabbed her bow off her back and quickly nocked an arrow on the string, waiting for the fog to reveal her target....
The fog opened to reveal, directly ahead, a small green dragon waiting with open jaws. A green racer, and the kidnappers were dragging her daddy onto its back.
Fia knew nearly all of the local ferry dragons by sight, as well as many of the dragons in the city's army and the Pope's army. This green racer dragon was not one she'd ever seen before.
She shot three arrows at the dragon's face, but it only shut its mailed eyes and closed its nostrils the way lizards do. Her arrows glanced off its armor. Fia swore.
One of the men in grey commanded, "Fire, now!"
The green racer jerked forward to blast fire directly at Ryelleth and Fia.
--and found herself face-to-face with a person dressed all in grey, who wore a gray veil over their face so that only the eyes showed - hard blue eyes that glared at her.
Fia stopped in her tracks. "Are ... you a fare?"
Metal flashed in the man's hand. A dagger!
Which he promptly jammed into Fia's side.
"No!" She pulled back. She was wearing leather armor under her clothes, but the point of the dagger bruised her deeply.
Fia reached for her own dagger, but before she could grip it, something thudded against the back of the head so hard that her teeth clacked.
A moment later, she found herself lying stunned on the ground, a strange, rattled cry coming out of her mouth. And Ryelleth was standing over her with a gigantic roar, wings out, teeth gleaming, defending Fia.
A short distance away, men in grey robes swirled around her papa where he lay unmoving on the ground.
"Babbi!" Fia, her head whirling from being struck, struggled to get up. Ryelleth swiftly brought her nose under Fia and helped her to her feet - an old war dragon move, Fia realized gratefully, one that helped a fallen rider stand up. The leather armor she wore helped protect her from the heat of her dragon's touch.
One of the men in grey jammed a cloth into her struggling papa's mouth....
"No!" Fia half-screamed, too bruised to draw breath....
... and two men grabbed him under the arms and dragged him away.
Fia unsheathed her sword and stumbled after them across the landing, her dragon keeping pace at her side like a gigantic hound.
An assailant blindsided her. She turned barely in time to block his attack with her sword, but her arm was weak from the earlier dagger attack.
Ryelleth struck at the man, swift as a snake, her huge teeth clashing a hair's breadth from his face. The assailant sprang away from Fia with a shriek and raced screaming toward the men who were dragging her daddy away.
Ryelleth roared and inhaled.
"Hold, Ry! No fire! They have my father!" Fia grabbed the straps and hauled herself up on Ryelleth's back. "Give chase!"
Ryelleth hadn't yet unfolded her wings, and so she went galumphing into the thick fog in pursuit of the men. Fia, who was now bouncing around in the saddle, frantically strapped herself in, shouting, "Fly, sweetie!" Dragons were great in the air, but on land they ran like little fat dogs.
Out came her wings, and Ryelleth sprang into the air, her mouth open like a dog ready to play. Fia grabbed her bow off her back and quickly nocked an arrow on the string, waiting for the fog to reveal her target....
The fog opened to reveal, directly ahead, a small green dragon waiting with open jaws. A green racer, and the kidnappers were dragging her daddy onto its back.
Fia knew nearly all of the local ferry dragons by sight, as well as many of the dragons in the city's army and the Pope's army. This green racer dragon was not one she'd ever seen before.
She shot three arrows at the dragon's face, but it only shut its mailed eyes and closed its nostrils the way lizards do. Her arrows glanced off its armor. Fia swore.
One of the men in grey commanded, "Fire, now!"
The green racer jerked forward to blast fire directly at Ryelleth and Fia.
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| BN ID: | 2940160714424 |
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| Publisher: | Rosefiend Publishing. |
| Publication date: | 03/07/2022 |
| Series: | Dragonriders of Fiorenza , #1 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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