Dragon Bonds (Return of the Darkening Series Book 3) by Ava Richardson

Author:Ava Richardson [Richardson, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2016-07-13T06:00:00+00:00

The next day proved even harder than the last but for different reasons. Seb rode in front of me in his navigator’s saddle, high on the crest of Kalax’s shoulder and neck, and I sat further back in the protector’s saddle. The two wild dragons flew on either side of us.

Scratch and Hiss, I thought with a wry smile. I was coming to think of those as their names, even though Seb said they had proper dragon names that our human mouths couldn’t form and pronounce. That made me wonder if Kalax had a dragon name of clicks and growls and croaks that she only shared with other dragons.

All names powerful.

Kalax’s thought blossomed in my mind as sudden as a sea fog and just as elusive as I struggled after it. She didn’t answer my question about if she had another name, but I laughed, feeling happy for the first time in a long time. Flying always made me feel that way—as if my troubles were far below, back on the ground that flew past us in pretty greens and blues and golds.

“On your left!” Beris yelled. He and Syl on their stocky blue Gaxtal swooped past us.

Kalax gave a rumble of annoyance and lifted her head. She wanted to show them just how fast she could fly.

I know. You can outrace any of them!

Gaxtal flashed over the forest, Beris and Syl on his back, heading for the horizon before pulling up and circling lazily. Gaxtal enjoyed showing off just as much as his riders did.

Behind us, Merik was navigating on Feradima with Varla in her protector’s saddle the same as me. Beris and Syl were keeping a watch for any enemies while Merik was looking for this shrine to the First Rider that Varla had mentioned. As much as I wanted to tell Seb to let Kalax have some fun and swoop and soar like she wanted to, I knew we had to focus on the task. The longer it took to get help to the king, the greater the chance there might not be a king for us to serve.

At our side, the wild dragons tumbled through the air, playing a game of rolling over other so they looked like a knot of whirling black storm clouds. Every now and then, one would snap at the other, or one would bite the air one tooth away from the other’s throat. I had thought that they only did that when faced with us riders, but Seb was right in that they seemed to delight in trying to fight everyone around them.

Barbarians.

Kalax’s scorn for the black dragons carried to me with a sharp sting. I wondered if the hatred between our dragons and the blacks was a very long-running one, or if it had only started when we humans started riding dragons.

Too much like younglings. Sniping at anything that moves. Biting what shouldn’t be bit.

She blew a hot breath through her nose, and I suddenly understood that she hated the wild dragons.

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