Dragonlinked (Dragonlinked Chronicles Book 1) by Adolfo Garza Jr

Author:Adolfo Garza Jr. [Garza Jr., Adolfo]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Adolfo Garza Jr.
Published: 2013-03-20T00:00:00+00:00

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Jessip grunted as he placed the trunk in the back of the wagon. The guard must have summoned the wagon while he was packing.

He scowled. Would this always be his lot?

The blisters on his hand stung from carrying the trunk. He’d have to put more salve on soon, but the jar was in the trunk so it would have to wait.

The guard had spoken with Assistant Proctor Alden at length. Afterward, they had made their way to the room Jessip shared with the three men. His roommates hadn’t said anything as Jessip stuffed his meager belongings into the trunk that the assistant housing proctor provided.

Now, the guard handed the message up to the wagon driver and turned to Jessip. “Hop on up, son.”

Jessip glanced at the guard, momentarily thinking about making a remark about not being his son. But he didn’t. Proctor Jarvis was right. Aeron was right. He had to stop acting like everyone was against him. If he wanted something, he was going to have to work for it. Being rude to this guard, who had actually treated him well, was not going to help anything. So, he just climbed up to the seat of the wagon, being careful of his right hand.

The driver shook the reigns, and the horses started their slow walk up the cobblestone road on their way to East Gate.

In the distance Jessip could faintly hear the music out at the fair. Even a dragon in their midst couldn’t keep the festivities stopped for long, it seemed.

He still couldn’t believe it. He had touched a dragon. Well, she had touched him, really, and hard. He rubbed his chest. They were just as amazing as he thought they would be. And he really couldn’t begrudge Aeron the dragon after hearing what he’d gone through. Jessip would never have done any of that himself.

Several minutes later, the eastern gate loomed ahead, the tops of the two large guard towers looking like massive shoulders against the night sky. As they passed through the gate, Jessip looked back. He watched as the Caer grew smaller and smaller.

“Yer gonna get a crick in yer neck that way,” the driver said.

Jessip grunted and turned forward.

The ride out was dark. There were stars, brilliant points in the night sky, but their light was faint. Their meager light was supplemented by the merest sliver of a crescent moon, waning, and the two lanterns, one on each side of the wagon seat. The lanterns were not large, their light only extending three or four feet before and to either side of the wagon. The extract in their lightglobes swirled every time the wagon hit a bump. Which happened a lot on the unpaved road beyond the cobbles.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jessip, they made it to Baronel Farm. The driver stopped in front of a wide building with a covered porch that ran the length of the front. Jessip hopped off the seat to the ground, happy to finally be off the wagon.

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