The Black Dragon's Heart

The Black Dragon's Heart

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Leya of Trier was seven years old when Fate gave her a brother; he had vertical pupils and the tail of a rectil; in his veins the dragonmen's blood flew. Two decades later, when the black liocorns' army is about to lay siege to the Capitol, the inevitable fight between the last descendants of a lost kind is only the beginning of a prophetic redemption. (...) Now I write because of it, in a study full of shadows and under the darkness of my own memory. I write because no one may celebrate me for what I had never been: brave and noble and beautiful. I write because no one may forget the essential about us: that I hated him with the sweetest of loves and that I loved him with the most ravenous of hates. Like a dragon (...)
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