City in the Sky by Glynn Stewart

Author:Glynn Stewart [Stewart, Glynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, War & Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Epic, Sword & Sorcery, Thriller, Travel
ISBN: 9780993843471
Google: UAo0rgEACAAJ
Amazon: B00W6EJYV4
Publisher: Glynn Stewart
Published: 2015-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

In Black Mountain, the courier dragon didn't land in a tiny pen designed to hold two, maybe three dragons at a time. Here, in one of the Draconans' own Citadels, the dragon landed on a section of packed earth in the Fourth Circle, large enough for two or three dragons to land at once. Attached to the landing ground were the stables for dozens of courier dragons.

The sight of that sign of power and strength – a reminder that his city could afford to turn dozens of dragons into little more than messenger boys – reassured Brane. Surely here, in his own city and with all its resources, he could not fail to eliminate the man who'd killed his brother.

He thanked the rider who'd brought him here, and turned to leave, heading for the Red Dragons' headquarters. The sight of who stood waiting for him, however, caused him to freeze in place.

Five men, dressed in a deep red version of a Claw officer's dress uniform, stood just inside the gate to the landing compound, waiting for him. At the distance, it was hard to be certain, but the glint of red off one man's collar suggested that he was wearing the dragon ruby – an insignia only worn by the commander of the Red Dragons.

As Brane drew closer, his eyes confirmed his suspicion. The center man was General Tel Machieava, the leader, high priest, and commander of the Red Dragons. The four men with him were a cross between staff and bodyguards.

The hundred or so yards Brane walked across the yard seemed like miles, but he reached his commander soon enough, and sank to one knee.

“My lord,” he said simply. The Dragon Lords, the city of Black Mountain, and the nation of Dracona held Brane's loyalty, but this was the man who commanded him.

“Welcome home, Captain Kelsdaver,” Machieava said calmly. “Rise.”

Brane did, brushing dirt from his knee. “What does my commander wish of me?” he asked.

“To speak, Captain,” Machieava told him. “Walk with us.”

The Red Dragon captain fell into step besides his commander. For several blocks as the group traveled up towards the inner circles, Machieava was silent. Finally, he spoke again.

“I am sorry to hear about your brother, Captain,” he said, his voice as calm and emotionless as ever. “He was one of our most promising agents.”

“Men die, my lord,” Brane said flatly. “All that remains to us to see that justice is done.”

“Justice,” Machieava snorted. “Justice, we do not pursue. The pursuit of fear – that is why we kill those who kill our own. The pursuit of fear, and the pursuit of vengeance in the case of those who carry out that policy.” He said nothing directly against Brane, but that made the accusation all the sharper.

“It is policy,” Brane replied. He refused to make excuses, as he knew his commander was right. It was for vengeance that he pursued Tarverro, but it was a vengeance the Dragons' policy supported.

“So it is,” Machieava agreed. “But so far, we have spent money and blood like water on this.

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