The Dragon Nimbus Novels, Volume 2 (The Dragon Nimbus)
Irene Radford
Language: English
Pages: 564
ISBN: 2:00211633
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This brand-new omnibus is the second in a series collecting Irene Radford's acclaimed Dragon novels.
Volume I includes the complete trilogy of The Dragon Nimbus:
The Glass Dragon, The Perfect Princess, and The Lonliest Magician
Volume II includes the first two novels in The Dragon Nimbus History quartet:
The Dragon's Touchstone and The Last Battlemage
Volume III includes the last two novels in The Dragon Nimbus History quartet:
The Renegade Dragon and The Wizard's Treasure
The Dragon's Touchstone:
Three hundred years before the time of The Glass Dragon, Coronnan is a kingdom at war with itself, magic is wild, and magicians uncontrolled, each working separately for his own goal. At the height of this age of chaos, the dragons decide to intervene, making their presence known to the mortals through the healer Myrilandel.
The Last Battlemage:
Nimbulan, the last Battlemage and the founder of the school for Communal Magic, is seeking to create a permanent protection for the kingdom of Coronnan, a spell-crafted border to keep enemies out. His search for the key to this magic leads him to terrifying discovery—the dragons, the guardians of magics, are in terrible danger.
Want more Dragon novels? Look for The Star Gods trilogy and the new Children of the Dragon Nimbus series!
A letter from the author, Irene Radford:
Welcome to the world where dragons are real and magic works. If you are new to the Dragon Nimbus, pull up a chair and join us as we revel in tales that have touched my heart more than anything else I've written under any pen name. If you are returning after an absence, I am very happy to have you back.
This is a world that began with a Christmas gift of a blown-glass dragon. The dragon sat proudly on the knick-knack shelf for several months, loved and admired, reluctantly dusted, and totally inert. Then one night at dinner, my son remarked, "You know, Mom, I think dragons are born all dark, like that little pewter dragon, then they get more silvery as they grow up until they are as clear as glass." The dragon came to life for me.
Out of that chance remark came first one book, then three, five, seven, and finally ten. I built a career on these books and loved every minute of the process. These characters still live in my mind many years after they jumped into their stories and dragged me along with them.
Many thanks to DAW Books and my editor Sheila Gilbert for reviving The Dragon Nimbus a lucky thirteen years after they first debuted.
With these omnibus volumes, you can read about the dragons with crystal fur that directs your eye elsewhere yet defies you to look anywhere else. Wonderful dragons full of wit and wisdom. Magic abounds. Magicians and mundanes alike learn about their world and special life lessons as they explore dragon lore past and present. The books will be presented in the order in which they were written, and the order that makes the most sense of the entwined tales.
So, sit back and enjoy with me. And may reading take you soaring with Dragons.
emotions that pressed against him from the outside. He had to appear bewitched for a little while longer. The tunnel walls narrowed again and lowered. Powwell resisted the urge to duck beneath the heavy ceiling. Myri didn’t duck in her unconscious movement. Televarn didn’t either and he was only a finger’s length taller than the witchwoman. To maintain the illusion of sleepwalking, Powwell couldn’t cower away from the rocks that seemed ready to drop and crush him. They passed through a large
the entire family—Kalen’s family—including Guillia, the cook. An apprentice ran past Nimbulan. He grabbed the boy’s arm to stop his pelting progress toward the unstable causeway to Palace Isle. “What’s the hurry, Haakkon?” “Master Stuuvart says we can’t afford to feed all the wounded and the peasants. He wants additional stores from the palace, sir. He’s madder than a penned lumbird ’cause you sent everyone here after your battle.” The boy gasped for breath as if he’d already run to the palace
Rollett followed silently. The sound of shuffling feet and a mournful dirge sung by a few male throats brought them to a hasty halt. Nimbulan peered over the cliff edge toward the staircase. Nothing. The sounds echoed in the thin mountain air, defying direction. He extended his FarSight with the few reserves of dragon magic he’d gathered from Seannin. Around the side of the mountain, on a narrow trail, level with the gate, marched several dozen people. An aura of despair, hunger, and fatigue
fears and prejudices of the Council above the needs of the individual. He had become so involved in politics he hadn’t followed through with the sporadic communication with her and Powwell. He kept walking, trying to figure out his emotional upheaval. He thought again of the four islands in the Great Bay. He’d take Myri there, and they would live together for the rest of their lives. He couldn’t leave her again. But he couldn’t tell her about his plans in case they came to naught. There had to
would make an adequate ball field. The children would have to learn control to keep witchballs confined and not knock over rushlights and candles. The rest of the school provided infinite hiding places and obstacles to overcome. Yes, he’d start the games tonight. But he wouldn’t eliminate the Tambootie from the curriculum. He needed the apprentices to become dependent on it. Just as Nimbulan had. Then, gifts of the drug—or withholding of it—became tools. Tools to keep his pet magicians