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THE SWORD OF WINTER

"IN THE DARK, ALL THINGS THRIVE. Like it or not, a little gray brings things into perspective..." These were the words of the Dark Abbess about a Dragon's rebirth. A dragon who would wear the skin of a young vampire. Marsil was the son of the King, yet he was more... Not an actual Prince but a ward of the Crown, and unknowingly the changeling of the prophecy. The prophecy spoken centuries ago about a Dragon Shifter that would rain hell from the heavens. Set in a wealthy continent inhabited by the Southern Kingdom and Northern Empire, there are those among who want the entire continent for themselves... The North is wintery: full of Otherwolders. The South is wealthy: full of betrayers. Between them is a Forest of death. When two crowns clash, one is bound to fall... Journey into a world of Lust, Betrayal and Murder. As terrifying events begin to unfold, Marsil is born. He is the son of frost. The Moon-eyed One. The child of snows. THE WINTER BORN... The novel is set in a world of sword and sorcery. Magic exists and fantastic beasts abound.

Dean_Sahara · Fantasía
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~THE BLOOD OF ICE II~

~AN HOUR AGO

"TELL ME, MY LADY. What is it you desire?"

Sirathe looked to the imposing man before her. His words, she wondered. Was he really asking what she thought he was?

The Governess had walked into the King's banquet following the discreet instructions of the Kingsguards, particularly that of the good knight, Ser Thrace Draco. Her invite to the famed hall of disrepute had come as a surprise to her.

She was a novice. And it was her first time seeing sexuality so brazenly practiced.

When Ser Thrace had hushedly told her in the ear of the hall to walk into, she had shivered in anticipation. The banquet room had not disappointed. She was early but so were others, and presently as she stood, some Lords were already kissing about her. Most with women. Others, hidden in the shadows, and if she was to presume, with other men.