The Confliction (Book Three of the Dragoneers Saga) (Dragoneer Saga) Read Online Free PDF

the woodstove.
I think they are insects.
    Jenka picked up the stack of stuff they had piled on the room’s only chair and sat it on the floor. Then he collapsed into the old oak seat and put his face in his hands. He was so worried about Zahrellion that he had all but forgotten his bruised and battered body. He was going mad. Rikky and Marcherion had only been gone two days. Hopefully they would return soon with some great foolproof scheme of Herald’s design. He hated leaving Zahrellion confined as a prisoner for even a moment longer. But he didn’t want her killed.
    He remembered when King Blanchard threw the two of them into the dungeon on King’s Island. He remembered how Zahrellion took the time to appear to him in his cell every day to teach him how to call his dragon. She never let him feel alone in there. Those summonings he learned were second nature to him now, but he remembered something else, and suddenly his heart was pounding with hope and excitement. He decided if Rikky and Marcherion didn’t return soon, he’d have to go find them.
    Jenka had just figured out what they needed to do, at least what he needed to do. He wondered if Jade was healed enough to carry him to the temple, and without a thought for his torn shoulder and broken ribs, he started up to the dragon landing to find out.

    Again, King Richard was being pursued, but this time it was because he had sought out one of the strange thick-necked alien creatures and taunted it into chasing him. He was putting it through a vigorous series of high climbing rises and then long swift, curving descents. The Nightshade was tireless. The Sarax wasn’t long of body or sinuous. The descents left it lagging far behind the sleek hell-born wyrm. The climbs took their toll, too. The Sarax’s humanoid form was heavy and hard to lift over and over again. After a while, the creature was so weary that it just started plummeting out of the sky. They weren’t over the sea this time, but the way the Sarax bounced and tumbled into the rocky streambed below left no reason to think it would survive.
    Richard summoned, then slung forth, a pulse of glassine gray power at the thing just to be sure.
    “Sea water and extended rigorous pursuit,” Richard said to himself as he headed the Nightshade back toward Midwal. He was about to erase a hundred years of progress. He was going to order the people to abandon the Mainland. He wanted the people of his kingdom all safe and surrounded by the sea. He wanted to—
    He saw two young trolls standing beside a snow-covered, partially wooded copse. It was an area that trolls normally avoided due to the large canyon wolves who hunted the craggy terrain between the forested ridges. When he had his mount swoop down one of them turned, and hissed at his proximity. Richard’s blood nearly froze in his veins. It was Gravelbone, or it looked just like him.
Two of them?
    Notssss,
the Nightshade hissed.
Pupas.
    “Pupa?” Richard asked indignantly. He was shocked beyond reason by the sight of the ivory-antlered demon beast.
Are they demons?
He found himself holding onto the Nightshade with all he had. Even though it wasn’t the Goblin King, the idea of more of those things roaming around was chilling. Gravelbone had made him witness terrible things.
    When they came back around for a second look, Richard saw that a third of the antlered vermin was emerging from a grotesque bloody puddle of what might have been skin, just under the trees. He remembered his lesson on butterflies from Mysterian and suddenly was feeling an emotion he had all but forgotten. He was terrified.
    “There are more of those things?” Richard asked his sleek scale-less wyrm. The sheer fear that was building up inside him was more than he could take.
    Without another thought Richard called out to Mysterian, the Eldest of the Hazeltine. She was probably angry with him. She would never forgive him for killing her witchy sister, but he knew she wouldn’t want the