Dean_Sahara

"IN THE DARK, ALL THINGS THRIVE. Like it or not, a little gray brings things into perspective..."
These were the words of the Dark Abbess about a Dragon's rebirth. A dragon who would wear the skin of a young vampire.

Marsil was the son of the King, yet he was more...
Not an actual Prince but a ward of the Crown, and unknowingly the changeling of the prophecy. The prophecy spoken centuries ago about a Dragon Shifter that would rain hell from the heavens.

Set in a wealthy continent inhabited by the Southern Kingdom and Northern Empire, there are those among who want the entire continent for themselves...
The North is wintery: full of Otherwolders. The South is wealthy: full of betrayers. Between them is a Forest of death. When two crowns clash, one is bound to fall...

Journey into a world of Lust, Betrayal and Murder. As terrifying events begin to unfold, Marsil is born. He is the son of frost. The Moon-eyed One. The child of snows. 
THE WINTER BORN...
The novel is set in a world of sword and sorcery. Magic exists and fantastic beasts abound.

THE SWORD OF WINTER

SEBASTIEN DEMARQUIS, AN ICELANDER VAMPIRE LORD and Commandant of the Flameseekers stood bristled in the center room of an Inn. The Icelandic warrior paced the paved wood floors as he mused on very many things. Thoughts that made him antsy.

The Flameseekers had being in Calipsos now for a nearly a fortnight. In that time, they hadn't yet found the tiniest clue of where the DRACAENY might be. They had left the little hamlet on the border of Eracuse with purpose. Purpose to return back with the Dragon Prince. To return home once again to Valkalon in glory, with the famed moon-eyed Prince in tow.

But so far, Sebastien felt they had failed.

The Icelander longed for snow beneath his boots, the breezy winter of the Ice Realms. The grayness of Kravathos, to see red-haired children playing once more in the frigid lands of the North. Sebastien longed for home.

~THE BLOOD OF ICE~