For time untold, the Camlan Kings have held the Scar at bay. The War King must have his tithe of fighting men; the Peace King, his craft-masters and alchemists. What crafts a woman can learn are for hearth and home.

Emilia wants more.

There is no foe more terrible than a dragon. Their alchemy is impossible. Their reserves of magic fathomless. Their wrath, be you fool enough to rouse it, untameable. Wherever a dragon chooses to lair, when it demands its tribute, no mortal authority can gainsay them - unless they are very young, and very arrogant, and all the might of a kingdom is put to casting them down.

Why, wonders a very young dragon, should I demand by force at all?

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Cover art by Jake Miller.

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