A Time For Dragons

A Time For Dragons

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1 h 51 min
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., juil. 22, 2019
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Fiction
Fantasy
Skilled healer and supposed witch Madara Reed finds herself at the head of a rebellion after preventing the execution of the Three-Day-King. Plagued by dragon dreams filled with the low thud of wings and the scent of fire and ash, she finds herself in the camp of the two last dragons of the blood. Vhaeryn and Gerath are two very different men. Vhaeryn, fair-minded and just, would have made a marvelous king had his reign not been cut short. He's every bit the prince troubadours sing about right down to his white gold hair and heart of flame dragon's eyes. Gerath is very much not his cousin. Impulsive and driven by revenge, the once bandit has suffered too much since his family's fall to let the old slights go. Madara quickly finds out that justice is too cautious and revenge leaves nothing but chaos in its wake. It's never been a question of who will sit on the throne, but rather what will be left of the kingdom when they do, and which cousin will Madara choose in the end.
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VHYRION

VHYRION (Book 1 ) The Cursed King of Valenzia They say the King of Valenzia was forged, not born. That his crown was carved from the bones of those who betrayed him. That his voice is made of smoke and ice, and his touch leaves men in ash. That his name-Vhyrion-should never be spoken in the dark, for fear he might hear it. And yet he hears everything. Bound by a curse older than the stars, Vhyrion is no longer mortal. Not quite god. Not fully beast. His realm kneels in silence, and his enemies vanish without a trace. He rules not through mercy, but fear. His court is made of shadows. His throne bleeds power. But the curse comes with a cost. He feels nothing. Craves nothing. Not warmth. Not touch. Not love. Until her. She stumbled through a broken seal. Mortal. Glowing. Fragrant with a scent that does not belong to Earth or Eldros or any realm that should exist. And when the wind carries her presence into his court? He stops breathing. Because her scent-soft bloom, sacred fire, forbidden sweetness-tames him. It makes the storm inside him still. The curse tremble. The hunger awaken. Dinah. A girl too human to survive his world. Too divine to belong anywhere else. She doesn't know she's marked by the Bloom of Valenzia-the very force his curse was built to suppress. She doesn't know every realm will hunt her. She doesn't know that just by standing in his presence, she is unraveling the chains of the beast he barely contains. And Vhyrion-the King who once vowed to never feel again-feels too much. Desire. Rage. Obsession. The mating pull awakens. The seal cracks. And the cursed King of Valenzia is ready to destroy every realm just to touch the one thing the gods never meant him to have. Her.

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