They locked my healer behind a wall that killed his bond. I sent a storm, broke down the door, and started a war.
Sable’s execution was set for sunrise. We had hours. Four riders, one Dragonsoul, and a mother who spent seven years memorizing every weakness in the fortress that held us. By dawn, we’d rescued our healer, delivered seventeen pages of evidence to the tribunal, and begun clearing a path through two centuries of compressed grief toward the one place the dead could finally be heard.
The mountain was fracturing. The anchor—compressed sorrow at the deepest point of the Gorge—was twisting the dead into wraiths faster than I could purify them. Thorne’s soldiers were closing from above. Capital reinforcements were marching from the east. And the compound holding my four bonds together was cracking under the strain.
Sable—freed from his cell with bruises on his face and compound glowing on his hands, who walked straight into the grief-sediment sphere and carved a two-hundred-foot path with nothing but keeper paste and an Elderwyrm’s borrowed strength. Bastian—who sat before the tribunal and burned five generations of his family’s legacy to ash, then held a corridor against an army with wind and lightning while the mountain shook. Leander—whose right hand was going numb, whose phantom-fire was climbing toward his throat, and who built the legal framework that cracked a two-century conspiracy wide open. Orion—who held the wraiths back in the dark with nothing but gravity so I could walk through, knowing the math didn’t add up and refusing to leave anyway.
To reach the Hall of Bones, I had to dissolve. Release my name. My body. My self. Let four Elderwyrm bonds pull me apart and speak every name the mountain had been holding for two hundred years.
The dead weren’t waiting to be freed.
They were waiting to be witnessed.
I spoke every name. I carried every death. And when I came back, the junction that held my four bonds together was gone.
But my bonds held. My riders held. And the mountain was finally doing what it was built to do.
Dragonfall is a scorching fantasy why choose romance and the explosive finale of the Dragonfall Academy series—featuring a desperate underground quest through ancient grief, a heroine who dissolves into four dragons and carries the dead home, fierce intimacy under siege, four devoted heroes who refuse to let her fall, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Book 5 of 5.
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An Exceptional Story BUT A Labour Of Love To Read It !!!
I freely admit that this series holds a very special story however, the persistent repetition of assorted phrases left me wanting to gouge my eyes out!
As much as I enjoyed the story I strongly doubt that I’ll ever read anything else by this author. Primarily because a review of another series had the same complaint of excessive repetition. I really don’t want to go through this again! I understand and appreciate the concept of repetition in a non literate society, that’s reliant on structured oral storytelling. We obviously don’t live in a non literate society so instead the repetition becomes annoying padding. It took the focus off the story and essentially diluted it. I lost count of the number of times I almost quit reading.
It’s a fantasy story based around a military academy for dragon riders in an alternate reality. The story opens with Veda Cairns, ground crew whose job entails daily maintenance tasks that feed and care for the dragons. She’s lived around dragons most of her life, orphaned as a teenager when her dragon rider mother was killed in action. Veda”s used to being overlooked, little more than furniture to the cadets. She’s not like most people at the academy, in the deeper levels she hears things, voices. In the memorial levels the four Elderwyrms are waking up. Things are going to change, it’s finally time and secrets will come to light. Secrets that have been buried for over two hundred years.
I strongly suspect I could give a reliable description of the academy and the points of note within it just from memory alone, that would be the repetition coming in to play.
Great story idea. But poorly executed ! Too much repeated too many damn times ! Definitely A.I. work. Plus word choice. You could cut an easy 50 to 60 pages off each book with a good editing. Not to mention making the story flow so much better. This was badly constructed work. Could have been so much better.