The Vampire's Bride
Just a little closer, fire-bastards. Just a little bit closer.
Hidden by lush, dewy foliage, Layel watched as the dragon army marched through the detestably named Forest of Dragons. Where they were going, he didn't know. Why they were going, he didn't know, either. He only knew that he was going to relieve them of their burden. A young human?female was bound and gagged inside a portable prison. That prison was balanced by two wooden beams slung over several of the warriors' shoulders, swaying with their movements.
Obviously, she was their enemy.
He didn't know the girl, but a dragon's enemy was his dearest friend. And he didn't like his friends being bound.
The dragons continued to march forward, slowly, steadily. He motioned for his own army to hold
remain composed. They obeyed without hesitation. Since that dark day two hundred years ago, he had happily led his men with an iron fiststraight into a never-ending war. His will was not questioned. Ever. Not without severe consequences.
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not going to end well," Brand, second-in-command of the dragon soldiers, was saying. Golden light seeped from the crystal dome that ... read full excerpt from: The Vampire's Bride ebook