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In the kingdom of Velvaria, dragons are either feared as destructive monsters or worshiped as divine beings. But 17-year-old Kip Flint, a failed squire with a talent for getting into trouble, doesn't care about any of that. He just wants to survive long enough to escape his miserable village, avoid his overbearing grandmother (who may or may not be a retired witch), and find a purpose in life. But everything changes when Kip accidentally bonds with a baby dragon—not just any dragon, but Ignavarax the Catastrophic, the last of the ancient, chaos-wielding Stormflame breed. Ignavarax is small, sassy, allergic to magic scrolls, and has a nasty habit of exploding when sneezing. Now hunted by knights, cultists, rival dragon-riders, and a very grumpy librarian who wants her books back, Kip and his new fire-breathing, nap-loving companion must journey across the kingdom to find the legendary "Sanctuary of Scale"—a mythical place where dragons and humans once lived in peace. Along the way, they’ll encounter: Tamsin, a sarcastic thief with a talking sword and a price on her head. Sir Pompwell the Brave, a delusional knight convinced Kip is a chosen hero. The Feathered Council, a group of griffons who refuse to take anything seriously. And a necromancer who just wants to open a bakery (but accidentally raised the undead instead). With chaos around every corner, Kip must rise to the challenge, learn what it really means to be a dragon-rider, and try not to get barbecued in the process. Because Ignavarax is growing fast… and so is the danger that follows them.
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Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
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