Fire and Fury by K.N. Lee

Author:K.N. Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Captive Quill Press

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Nearly a week passed before the leaders of the dragon tribes arrived. There were three, and they all entered the village of Wregard with large parties of attendants, family, and soldiers.

Amalia stood before the square at Kylan's side, prepared to welcome them to what was now her new home. She wore a traditional headdress of colorful feathers, jewels, and weaved twigs. Dressed in a white gown with a rich, dark apron and golden brocade and necklaces, she looked like a true dragon empress.

While the Wregardians had come to accept her, these three men did not seem to be impressed.

Each was bigger than the other, as Amalia had come to find was the customary dragon stature. Tall, muscle-bound, broad shouldered men with strong jaws, sharp eyes, and long hair.

They came with their wives, and children, and servants, followed by soldiers. As they filed into the square, her heart began to race and her palms grew sweaty.

Kylan looked ahead, sure of himself, and confident. She drew on his aura, tilting her head upward in a show of strength.

"Never let them see you appear weak, or afraid, or intimidated. They will sense your fear, and they will pounce."

Kylan's words resonated within her head. It reminded her of Uffe and how he trained her in the ways of the warrior Wolves back in Berufell. She's wanted to fit in with the Wolves, and after all of those years of training, it was what saved her in the end.

That—and the immense power passed down from the Erani line of Mages.

They were older, perhaps by decades, except for the last arrival who was perhaps in his thirties while the others had to be in their fifties or more.

"Chief Vorg," Kylan said, smiling as they embraced and greeted one another.

Vorg seemed to be the oldest, with graying, dark hair, deep-set brown eyes and only one hand. The other was a hook set on the stump where his other hand would have been and fastened with leather straps.

Amalia did her best not to stare, her eyes meeting his as he gave her a nod and looked her over.

"Our empress, is it?" he asked, lifting a brow over amused eyes. He smile, revealing brown teeth, before chuckling and stroking his long, gray beard. "If you say so, Chief Kylan. We shall see once she's tested."

Kylan exchanged a look with Amalia and gave a nod. "Very well."

He leaned forward, and tilted his head to the side as he looked to Kylan. "You know many dragons have gotten used to the ways of this part of the realm. It will not be easy to get them to uproot their families and lives to venture across hostile territory."

Amalia lifted a brow. "What hostile territory?"

Vorg glanced at her. "The Dragon's Pass," he said, simply. "The only way back into Kjos without angering the spirits."

“The only way into Kjos, entirely,” Olaf mumbled, surprising her that he stood so close behind.

She glanced at Kylan, who looked ahead as the other chiefs stepped forward, and the sky began to darken with yet more storm clouds.

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