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

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"MIO SOLARIS!" Esabel exclaimed as the crimson veils of the chamber parted. Her father only chuckled in front of her.

The words of the Princess were spoken in the archaic syverian tongue but translated into the shared language of the realm, it's meaning roughly comprehends as,

The words which resulted in the Princess's awe of the banquet before her were accentuated by the widening of her blue eyes.

King Arlon, who stood right in front of her turned with an easy smile to his daughter. His grin was teasing at Esabel's stunned countenance. He let her gaze wander for a moment, leaving her to her private thoughts.

~A KING'S BANQUET II~