Dreamwalker (The Ballad of Sir Benfro, Book 1)
James Oswald
Language: English
Pages: 267
ISBN: B00XRCLXU4
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When Balwen's last sits on the stolen throne,
And kitling sleeps beside the babe ne'er born,
When darkness stills the forest birds at noon,
In blood and fire Gwlad shall rise anew.
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Wonder then that her grandfather had spent much of his reign in Ystumtuen and at hunt, like his father before him. And perhaps it explained why her father had resorted to drink. What had happened to the once noble line of warriors that it had produced three generations of such weak-willed men? False kings who would make peace with dragons, with Llanwennog; would even barter their own flesh and blood for a quiet life and a soft bed? She would restore the pride of the Balwen name and make the Twin.
Looking over the corridor, the next he was back inside the Inquisitor’s study, staring at the old man as he sat at his desk, eyes closed as if asleep. Maybe it was the voices that had called him, or maybe it was the thought of the door as an impenetrable barrier that had piqued his curiosity. Either way, he felt a surge of guilt and fear. What if he were caught here? He wasn’t even really sure where here was. It looked like the Inquisitor’s study but it felt very different, somehow colder and.
Flying over the treetops, watching his shadow skim across the whizzing green canopy below. He often dreamt of flying and the cruel truth of waking up hit him hard every time. ‘Quickly Benfro,’ Morgwm said and as he came more to his senses he could feel her agitation ‘What is it?’ He asked. ‘Men coming,’ she said. ‘By the moon, I should have seen them earlier. I must be getting old.’ ‘Men?’ Benfro asked, excitement and fear spreading through him in equal measure. ‘How do you know?’ ‘There’s.
Spider’s eye. A beast of such mythical proportions it would not fit into one of Ynys Môn’s bestiaries. Benfro could hear the building calling to him. It sang a song of wonders, but he could see that it was just a distraction. There was nothing inside but hurt, pain, death. He had to get away, but his wings were so heavy now, his whole body tired as if he had not slept for weeks. He couldn’t keep in the air anymore. He had to land. But to land on that path was to give in to it, to be sucked in.
Queen!’ ~~~~ Chapter Seventeen Many have remarked on how dragons copy human ways, and one of the most notable is in the adoption of honorific titles. Thus an elder dragon might refer to himself as Sir Ystrad. It is only males who do this; females more often will append a descriptor onto their name, such as Angharad the Fair. To the casual observer, this may seem amusing or fanciful, but to dragons it is anything but. To be addressed as Sir is to be acknowledge the head of your family, and to.