Father of Dragons
Chapter One
Time flowed by, slow as cold syrup.
Xeras ... Xeras.
Xeras moaned and tried to block out the sound, raising his hands clumsily. Grit
beneath his body coated a surface of uneven rock. Loose pebbles ground beneath
his fingers as he turned on his side. Sensations fell in veils, stale smoke and
faint light flickering through the dust thick in the air. The open expanse of
the cave dropped away in front of the broad ledge he lay upon. The air tepid and
fading towards cool ... a nagging itch in his side made his skin twitch.
Reaching down, he felt a great insect bite on his side.
I don't think you should wait for her to come back, lover boy.
A very different voice answered Drin. Low and booming, but human enough that
Xeras looked around expecting to see a man standing in the shadows, but no one
was there.
"She won't be coming back."
Xeras shivered. More voices, just what he needed. A formation of rocks in the
centre of the cave ... he did not recall it being there before, but he hadn't
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