The Dragons of Argonath (Bazil Broketail, Book 6)
Christopher Rowley
Language: English
Pages: 316
ISBN: 0451455479
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A SORCEROR'S REIGN OF CHAOS
Battle-scarred and weary, the mighty Bazil Broketail and dragoneer Relkin return home to cheering crowds, great feasts, and raging bonfires. But now, out of the mists and across the green valleys of their native land comes the savage clamor of war, pitting Bazil and Relkin against an enemy more terrifying than any they have confronted before.
A BATTLEDRAGON'S LAST STAND
The Dominator, crusher of worlds, has risen to sow royal intrigue and rebellion within the Empire of the Rose - a diabolical scheme that could destroy armies of men and battledragons alike. In this realm of treachery and bloodlust, Bazil and Relkin's beloved Empire teeters on the brink of annihilation. And as he raises his sword in defense of freedom, Relkin realizes that the only way to destroy the Dominator is to draw on his own untested - and frightening - powers of magic... A magic he might not be able to control.
that lay beneath the great house. The rooms had grown in number, Wexenne was certain of it. Lapsor was hollowing out the ground under his house; he was driving huge tunnels out beneath the back lawn; he had converted the legion captives they'd given him into a private guard force. Wexenne's misgivings about this venture were growing rapidly into the beginnings of panic. What could he do to change any of this? To halt Lapsor by physical means seemed beyond his capability. There were these guards,
coming. Relkin felt an odd tug in his mind. A sense of the eldritch made his skin crawl and the hair on the back of his head stand up. He looked up and met Bazil's eyes. Even in the pitch-darkness, Relkin could sense the wyvern's unease. "Strange feeling, something is wrong. Must be magic." "Magic it is, Bazil, but there's that smell too. We can all smell it now." "Stink like pigs," muttered the wyvern who drew Ecator. There were loud creaks and cracks in the trees across the gully, but
Gann, his face bloodied and his arms bound to his saddle pommel. Wexenne watched helplessly as a terrified Salva Gann was handed over to four of the huge bewkmen who marched him away into the house. Dreadful screams had echoed hauntingly up from the catacombs for a while after that. Eventually silence fell. Wexenne and his servants returned to the task of finding those girls. They scrambled through every nook and cranny on the roofs and the upper floors. There were sixty-four rooms in the main
the Argonath. Everywhere he'd received the same ecstatic response, instinctive and openhearted. The surprise of his sudden visit seemed to bring out the best in the folk of the Argonath. In their hearts they knew full well that the Empire of the Rose underlay the success of the great cities, even that of Kadein, which had become by far the greatest of them. The emperor was sometimes thought of as remote, a distant figure always demanding more for the war effort in distant lands. But here he was,
hands became the most lethal thing in the world, and Gryf was in an insane place, black eyes flaring in mad battle rage. Unarmed, the Purple Green seemed doomed. Dragon murder hung in the air. Then Vlok interposed his sword, "Katzbalger," and in a moment there was a fearsome flash of steel on steel. Gryf and Vlok were engaged in sword battle, right in the middle of the Dragon House. Dragons tumbled out. Eventually Vlok too spilled out, defending himself desperately from a Gryf gone completely