Forged In Dragonfire (Flame Of Requiem Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
"Behold the wretchedness of the reptile!" Ishtafel hovered in the sky, a god of light, wings wide. Arms spread out, Vale hung upon the ziggurat's crest, a dying wretch. Master and slave. Ishtafel grinned, sucking in air between his teeth. God and worm. "So shall happen to any who strike a seraph!" Ishtafel cried to the city. "Any slave who defies a master will hang upon the Eye of Saraph, and the vultures will eat his flesh." The crowd of seraphim roared across the city, cheering, worshiping him, praising his name. Ishtafel rose higher, a god among gods, and in his mind he was flying in Requiem again, slaying the beasts, shattering their halls, burning their forests. He had wanted to find a new enemy, and here he found one—the slaves, the miserable descendants of those warriors he had once crushed. I will make you suffer, weredragons. Ishtafel licked his lips and gazed at Tofet on the horizon. The empire will run red with your blood. The cries of your anguished souls, breaking under the yoke, will rise to Edinnu itself.
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