The Dragons of Argonath (Bazil Broketail, Book 6)
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A SORCEROR'S REIGN OF CHAOS
Battle-scarred and weary, the mighty Bazil Broketail and dragoneer Relkin return home to cheering crowds, great feasts, and raging bonfires. But now, out of the mists and across the green valleys of their native land comes the savage clamor of war, pitting Bazil and Relkin against an enemy more terrifying than any they have confronted before.
A BATTLEDRAGON'S LAST STAND
The Dominator, crusher of worlds, has risen to sow royal intrigue and rebellion within the Empire of the Rose - a diabolical scheme that could destroy armies of men and battledragons alike. In this realm of treachery and bloodlust, Bazil and Relkin's beloved Empire teeters on the brink of annihilation. And as he raises his sword in defense of freedom, Relkin realizes that the only way to destroy the Dominator is to draw on his own untested - and frightening - powers of magic... A magic he might not be able to control.
small army's position to the rear. Then they moved off to the south, across the upper part of that rocky little valley and into the woods beyond. Chapter Fifty Through the great house in the valley of the Running Deer went Faltus Wexenne, his voice a symphony of anxiety as he ordered, cajoled, and wheedled his servants to make them hurry. Haste was vital. The paintings had to be taken down and hidden. Later he would smuggle them away to one of his other properties elsewhere in Aubinas. For now
but it was solid food, and the molasses spiked it well with sugar. Bazil chewed the stuff as well as dragons could with their predator dentition, a perennial problem for wyverns living within civilization. Garrel reappeared ten minutes later with an armful of long, fresh loaves of bread, six in all. "Some of these are a bit stale, I'm afraid." Bazil ate them in a couple of minutes. Relkin grabbed half of one of the fresher loaves and enjoyed it enormously. Garrel came back a third time, with
him to places far from anywhere he wanted to be. One day he'd tried to will a strand of hay to move by his thought alone. Of course, nothing had happened. He had no magic powers. Only… right at the end, when he was about to give it up, he thought he saw the blade of straw give a shiver and twitch. The wind, of course, it was just the wind. Except there was no wind that day. He felt that shivery cold feeling again. That way lay the path to sorcery, and everything he'd seen about sorcery had
was due north, and the long spine of the temple roof was visible just behind. It was a well-sited town, with centuries of concern taken with every detail of place and road. Some black cattle were being moved up a lane about half a mile distant. Farther away sheep dotted the hillsides of Big Bank and Chalk Hill. In the sky were a handful of soft white clouds. Farmer Gelourd sent out fresh-baked bread, cheese, and fruit to all the workers in his fields. With the toad collectors he was always free
Marneri, and Talion, the three premier cities of the Argonath. None of this was a secret. Relkin had even filed the customs documents that were required by the city of Kadein to bring ashore such articles of treasure. He had also investigated the position relating to taxes in the city of Marneri and paid those taxes in full. But now there was this strange regulation that he'd never heard of. They marched into the Tower of Guard and took the steps down to the detention cells. It was quiet