Sorrel in Silver is now on sale on Amazon! This snippet carries on from last week - Wrack and Starron, another dragonlord are locked in combat in Wrack's Great Hall - Sorrel is watching from concealment on the gallery above.
Blood welled from the savage gash. Wrack twisted sharply and flung himself to one side. Starron tore at the membrane of Wrack's wing with a claw, but Wrack slammed his head into the other dragon's chest and sent Starron staggering away, blood spattering across the carvings on the wooden pillars. A moment later the red dragon plowed into him again, head swinging sideways as he hammered against Starron's dark blue scales like a croquet mallet hitting a soft toy. The pair disappeared beneath me. There was a heavy impact against one of the pillars holding up the gallery. The wooden slats below me jolted and I froze, afraid the whole structure would come crashing down. A flicker of orange fire momentarily lit up the entire chamber; now I was terrified of being barbecued. Below me, Wrack's voice rang out, tinged in fury. 'Volg it, Starron! Trying to burn my house down?'
I grabbed the chance to shuffle back and left towards the door. I was confident Wrack had the upper hand. The fact that Starron had resorted to breathing fire suggested Starron thought so, too. His inarticulate, strangled response to Wrack's anger suggested Wrack wasn't letting Starron breathe fire – or air, for that matter.
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