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Wounded and alone among the roots of the city he came to burn, a rider holds his dying drake's head above the rising tide, and the way out opens in the night.
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An elven warden is ordered to welcome strangers onto her ballista terrace on the one night it matters, and then has to choose which drake to kill.
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A young king who was raised to keep the accounts climbs the grain sacks himself, and finds the count is wrong.
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A young rider breaks his order to pull a stranger's boy from the sea, and then asks the clans to let him go back and answer for it.
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The fog comes down on the strait an hour after dark, and the Dalvo convoy is a night from home. Aruno, helmsman of the Brindle Goat, has a pocket full of paper chits where his silver should be and a speech for the tally-house he has carried home and back four times. This time, he tells himself, he will give it. He cheats the yard boy Cimu at dice to pass the watch, and gives him the coppers back.
Then the stars start coming up out of the dark beyond the harbor lights, and they are not stars. Out of the fog come narrow boats, fire arrows in the rigging, augers in the hulls, and a woman in a blue-grey sash calling orders in the elves' tongue. Within sight of the Strand's lamps, the Goat goes down.
In the black water there is one spar that will float a body. It will not float two.
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In the high country of Velmorra, Aolun of Oruva is young, warm and a little reckless, a rider who would sooner go into the sea for a stranger's boy than wait for the clans to decide. When elven…
His dragon dies in the shallows. His clan raises a cairn for him. But Aolun is not dead. He is taken, tortured and sold south down the Wake Isles into Vestria, a land that does not believe dragons are real.
Vestria has troubles of its own. The harvests have failed, the granaries are emptying, and sensible men are selling grain dear. Across the isles, the elves are rising against a century of tribute and taken children. And in a slave pen in a free harbor, the boy who once flew is learning to be silent.
Every loss takes something warm out of him. The world will get back what is left.