Breton Stories

​History says his bloodline ended in the mud of the 6th century. History was wrong. ​While excavating a ruined monastery in modern-day Cornwall, a research team unearths a rusted iron box. Inside, shielded from the centuries by oilcloth, are the private journals of Ceredig Cadarn. ​Ceredig grew up in the salt-mists of the 9th century, a boy with no name, no status, and nothing but a ring he was told to bury. He lived in a world that would have torn him to pieces had it known the truth of his parentage-that he was the "natural son" of a house that refused to die. ​He didn't know he was an enemy of the Church. He didn't know the symbol he drew in the sand was a death sentence. He was just a boy walking into a fire, unaware that he was the spark.

Fragment from the life of my Dragonborn Bellona before she knew what her destiny was. Join her in this story of her childhood. (BOOK 1 of the Bellona Series. Photo is mine. For behind the scenes, art, screenshots, and other tidbits follow the bellonaseries hashtag on Instagram or follow my Tumblr: bellonathedragonborn.)