Slave in the City of Dragons (Dinosaurs and Gladiators Book 1) by Angela Angelwolf

Author:Angela Angelwolf
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-10-22T04:00:00+00:00

Toward midnight, Sai’tan woke Pashera from her mat in Tol’zen’s room. She helped Pashera dress, laying out a fine skirt, her sandals, her bounce absorber top, and her slave collar. Sai’tan even offered the girl an assortment of fruit and the cheese that Pashera had grown to love.

As the city’s bells stroked midnight, there was a knock at the door. Three warriors stood there, armed to the teeth and looking all business. They quickly escorted Pashera to the edge of the palace, where the large wheeled vehicle she’d ridden in the previous day waited. Inside was a driver and the three scientists who’d remotely controlled the human pilots. She’d expected to find U’Chan, but the scientists brushed her off, telling her that U’Chan was “busy,” as if that was explanation enough.

The vehicle roared off – it seemed to only have two speeds, stop and fast – and quickly made its way to the gate. At first, Pashera worried about crashing in the darkness, but one of the scientists told her the machine sported an artificial torchlight system that allowed the driver to see even at night.

Pashera thought the city would be emptier at night but that wasn’t the case. Citizens and slaves milled about. Leatherbacks of all sorts trudged, stomped or galloped through the streets. A troop of mounted warriors followed in the wake of the wheeled machine, and they all went pell-mell out of the city.

The wheeled machine made its way to the Dragon Gate very quickly. The huge doors were open, and crowds bustled through in both directions. Giant spiders jostled in the throng, mounted by gaily colored saurians. But everyone and everything scattered out of the way of the wheeled vehicle and its mounted escort.

Pashera looked back as they roared their way out through the gates and out the dragon “mouth.” The eyes of the giant stone face carved into the mountain were lit up at night, surveying the countryside with glowing malevolence.

It was easy to find their way at first; they just had to follow along the spread-out train of leatherbacks, spiders, gaily-dressed citizens and riff-raff of every description. She briefly saw Vor’taso’s scorpion, and waved as they passed. But soon, the big machine left the camp followers in its dust.

In another half an hour, the vehicle caught up with Tol’zen’s army. The crescent moon glinted off a small sea of metal helmets and armor.

Lamps across the camp were low in brightness and hooded red in color, so when the wheeled machine shut off its artificial lamps, the effect was eerie, like they’d stopped in a valley lit by hundreds of campfire coals.

The warriors were all dressed in metal cuirass, greaves on their forearms and shins, sleeveless chain-mail shirts that went under the cuirass and hung down over the thighs like a kilt. They also wore helmets. They all carried slug-throwers and the short-swords issued to the border guards.

Dressed slightly differently were Serdar Kro’brin’s shock troopers, or “dragons” as the saurians called their warrior elite. These were the largest of the warriors, generally a half a head higher than the rest.

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