'We are the masters of the dragons, no matter what the kings and queens of the realms might think.'
Masters no more?
The war has come and it has come on the wings of hundreds of dragons. As Prince Jehal fights desperately for survival, the eyries are emptying and the realms’ dragons fly to the fight. The dragons lust for blood, their riders for glory.
But there is a terrible secret at the heart of this war. Supplies of the alchemical potion, the one thing that keeps the dragons under control, are drying up. And without the potion the dragons will return to their full, feral, fire-breathing fury. The war between the realms could become a war for mankind’s survival. A war we can only lose.
And in the mountains the sell-sword Kemir thirsts for revenge and watches as the woken dragon Snow gathers other freed dragons about her and begins her own fiery revenge for the centuries of servitude the dragons have endured under their puny masters...
Stephen Deas was born in 1968. He once set fire to Wales. Well one bit of Wales. Twice. When not burning principalities he played too much D&D. Despite this he managed to study theoretical physics at Cambridge, get a job at BAE, marry and have two children. He now lives in Essex. With The Adamantine Palace he plans to return to his first love; of setting fire to things.