A Fate of Dragons (Book #3 in the Sorcerer's Ring)

Finally, life had meaning again.

home, he and the Legion leaving the Isle of Mist in rough waters, fighting their way out to sea, then fighting their way through the rain wall. They had entered the open waters into a thick fog which had enveloped them nearly the entire way home and allowed them to escape detection from the Empire the

as he leaned back with a smile and watched the festivities unfold before him. In the circular floor of his massive throne room, the night’s

The fire crackled, but other than that, the night was silent.

They had all been sitting there for hours, frozen with exhaustion, pondering their fates after this grueling day of training.

You might kill them allbut do you really want the blood of your fellow brothers on your hands? Do you really want to spark a civil war? For you, your men would risk their lives, kill anyone. But is that fair to them?

roamed

as if a dagger had just been plunged into his chest

His confidence had been shaken to the core

Everything he had imagined, from the time he was a child, had been a lie. A delusion. He had believed in his own fable.

And it had crushed him