Excerpt from Dorwine – The Blood of a Dragon – Crenthys

Crenthys is such a fun, complex character. She is a mess and I love it! The dream sequence was setting up things that wouldn’t be confirmed until the next book. This scene also parallels an Anuka scene in The Soul of a Dragon. Here’s the scene from the beginning of The Blood of a Dragon.

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The spring air was warm, and sweet as it caressed her face. Wild daisies and primrose dotted the fields surrounding the cottages she raced over. She cast a massive shadow over the land as she blurred past, wings flared.

A thunderous rumble rolled through her belly as she caught the scent of a large herd of cattle, their blood calling to her. But she was not an undisciplined young Wyrm, impetuous and greedy, so she resisted the urge to circle back for a quick snack.

Right away, we know we are in a Dragon’s POV. What would it be like to be a Dragon? That’s a subject many, many books have tried to master.

With one flap of her powerful, leathery wings, the ground sloped away suddenly, and she was soaring above a verdant valley where rocky cliffs plummeted.

She glided circuitously around the basin to look at the unfolding scene below.

Small hillocks to the right of the burgeoning stream were devoid of trees. Across the stream lay a large patch of wild cardinal flowers, where regal shafts jutted up from the ground, displaying brilliant red flower petals. Though she was still too far away, she could smell their sweet nectar, if only in her mind.

The Red flowers would become an icon that followed Crenthys throughout the series. I didn’t initially write it with that intention. Even from the beta reading phase, readers connected with that symbol.

Two more concentric loops and she landed gently among the crimson bed of flowers. Hummingbirds scattered at her arrival.

This was her favorite spot in all the world.

Her eyelids closed over giant serpent eyes and waves of contentment washed over her as she gently hovered above the flowers, careful not to utterly crush them.

Something so massive, so majestic and powerful is careful not to crush a patch of wildflowers. I really loved the contrast.

No place in the world could match this.

I have places like this, and I think we all do. Somewhere to go when the world rages. A place we can breath in peace and breath out our troubles.

The image included by my daughter-in-law, Rachel Adkins. She did an amazing job and I gave these away as postcards during my last Kickstarter campaign.

I try to do two of these a month. Eventually, I will compile them into an annotated edition of The Blood of a Dragon.