Ashes of the Dragon

“Damn her,” Revin shouted at the wind. “May the Goddess Damn her burnt Spirit to the Shadows,” she cursed loudly then gritted her teeth. She didn’t get angry easily, but nearly a week out of Winterheart and traveling in the bitter cold hadn’t improve her attitude. How could she have deceived herself into believing that someone other than a trapper would venture this far north of the border. She ran the old woman’s words through […]

Four days on the old road and Revin hadn’t seen a single soul since crossing the river into the north. Well almost four days, she corrected herself. It had been midday by the time she had procured what was needed for the trip and departed Winterheart. Revin had reached the hook-like bend in the river after two days, like the old woman had said. Much of the river surface was frozen and a ridge of

Something banged up against Revin’s foot, interrupting the image of the blue dragon that stormed through her mind. It had been more difficult than usual to capture the wild beast and get it into Winterheart. Her left shoulder still ached where the creature had knocked her to the ground as it tried to flee. But a few bruises were worth what the rancher had paid her for the dragon. The Blue was spirited but would