Dragonfire Quest by Deborah Cooke

Author:Deborah Cooke
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-989367-26-1
Publisher: Deborah A. Cooke

After Donovan’s announcement, Alex watched the ripple pass through the group of Pyr. They clearly had believed that Delaney was dead, whoever he was.

Alex knew Quinn and Sara already, and Erik had introduced Sloane. The hearse-driving Pyr had introduced himself as Rafferty when he accepted a glass of wine.

“Are you opal and gold in dragon form?” she asked, and he nodded, clearly surprised.

He studied her for a moment, then stepped away after Donovan’s announcement, maybe because of it. Rafferty moved quietly, his presence like a low thrum in the room, and his gaze kept flicking back to Alex. It was easy to believe that he could make the earth quake, and that he knew its songs.

“Delaney can’t be alive,” Sloane protested. “He died in Quinn’s firestorm, when he and Erik were defending Sara.”

“He can’t be a Slayer,” Erik said. “He would never make such a choice.”

“Keir did, and Keir was Delaney’s father,” Donovan said. “Our father,” he corrected. “The Wyvern sent me a dream.”

“But Keir’s heart was always dark,” Erik insisted. “Delaney’s was not. A Pyr cannot be made Slayer against his will.”

“What would it take to change your mind?” Sloane murmured, and the Pyr seemed to shudder as one.

Alex thought of Mark’s final moments.

“Delaney hadn’t been exposed to all four elements,” Sara noted. “Maybe they didn’t take his body to ensure that he stayed dead.”

“Well, what else would they do?” Quinn demanded with impatience. “Keep him alive as a slave?”

Sloane looked grim. “It’s not out of the question.” Another ripple of alarm passed through the group. “When Niall and I took down Xavier at the cabin last summer, he taunted us with the prospect of being turned Slayer. He said if we were injured, then Boris would have us on his side.”

“Is that possible?” Rafferty asked. “Isn’t the true heart of a Pyr enough to protect him from such evil?”

“It is taught that Pyr are born and Slayers are made,” Quinn said thoughtfully. “The lesson doesn’t say how Slayers are made.”

“Delaney fights like an animal,” Donovan said, and Alex saw how much the truth troubled him. “He never could fight well, but now he’s fearless and ferocious. He’s oblivious to his own pain, just keeps coming back for more.”

“Did he know you?” Erik asked quietly.

Donovan shook his head. “I couldn’t tell.”

The only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire. “The thing is that he’s not really Slayer.” Donovan threw back half a glass of wine. “He doesn’t bleed.”

“Neither did Keir,” Quinn observed.

“What’s darker than Slayer?” Sara asked.

Sloane cleared his throat “I think I know. That manuscript I was translating, the old one—”

“The one that felt bad to you,” Rafferty said.

Sloane nodded. “I found the key to the cipher. It’s a mystical treatise, about the divine spark of the Great Wyvern. That spark is what gives us life; it’s what animates our bodies.”

“The spark never falls far from the blaze,” Donovan said grimly. “And the Great Wyvern is the biggest blaze of all.”

“Yes.” Sloane nodded. “And there’s a spark of Her divinity in each of us.

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