Dragon's Fire
Chapter One
CHAPTER I
Sent from hold, sent from craft,
Whether old, whether daft.
Shunned for good into the wild—
Father, mother, baby child.
Harper Hall, Second Interval, After Landing (AL) 490.3
He’s still waving, isn’t he?” Master Zist called back for the third time. He sat at the front of the wagon as it slowly drew away from the Harper Hall. The last of the winter snow covered the fields on either side of the track. Every now and then the wagon skidded as the workbeast lost his footing on the hard-packed icy snow and struggled to regain it.
“Yes, he is,” Cayla agreed, looking back out of the brightly painted wagon at the small figure slowly diminishing in the distance.
“We couldn’t bring him,” Zist said regretfully. “He’d ... read full excerpt from Dragon's Fire ebook