Presenting... THE DRAGON LORD

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It's almost DRAGON LORD release day! Eeee!!! We are sooo excited! Hope you are, too. We thought we'd tease the book a little by posting the opening two chapters. We can't wait for you to read the whole story. We think THE DRAGON LORD is Jake's most exciting adventure yet. Enjoy! Wishing you a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy Reading! ~ Eric & Gael (E.G. Foley)

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Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
~Shakespeare

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Prologue: The Usurper

​Nathan, Lord Wyvern, rematerialized from a transport spell in the moonlit field outside the Black Fortress. As soon as his body had fully recomposed from the puff of black smoke he had briefly become, he turned around to take in the sight of his handiwork in the distance and smiled.
 
A quarter mile behind him, across the rolling hills of the English countryside, the Order’s stronghold of Merlin Hall was a glorious smoking ruin.
 
Beneath the black October sky, towering flames consumed the great garden maze that hid their sacred yew trees at its center.
 
He laughed with satisfaction, then slid his wand into its leather sheath at his side. His plan to seize the throne from the sorcerer-king, old Zolond, was moving right along.
 
His attack on Merlin Hall had been brash, but this was a deed that would impress even the most skeptical tribes of the dark world.
 
It hadn’t come easy. His body hurt all over from the six elvish arrows that had pierced him during the battle. Unnaturally tall and powerful of stature, he supposed he offered a large target.
 
He had pulled the arrows out and healed himself quickly, of course, but the flesh was tender, and though triumph pumped in his veins, he was still rather dazed from that last wand blast to the head at point-blank range.
 
Not that he’d dare to show weakness in front of his ruthless followers.
 
Nearby, his top three co-conspirators also arrived in human-sized billows of black smoke. Well, human-ish.
 
Beside him, the beautiful but deadly Red Queen, Viola Sangray, was still gnashing her fangs after the fight, distraught over the loss of some of her finest vampire courtiers.
 
General Archeron Raige, warrior extraordinaire, had been in his element throughout the battle, of course. Herculean of build and every bit as mad as the berserkers in his lineage, the soldier’s camouflage face paint was smeared with sweat and his uniform was torn, but he had enjoyed himself immensely.
 
He laughed as soon as he reappeared and slapped Wyvern roughly on the back. “Smells like victory to me!”

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