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, son of Lord Edmund DeMarquis of the vampire Icelander Clan and captain of the Flameseekers stood hidden behind the high wall that bordered the dome of the King's Council. In the rotund area of polished whitestone where King Arlon Pierran sat with the distinguished members of his cabinet, the Lords and Ministers were seated communing, totally oblivious to the foreigner who viewed the progresses of their meeting from behind the wall to the right.

Sebastien watched it all, with a frown creasing his brows. He didn't like it all. He didn't. Not when the Dracaeny was among a cloud of southern arses.

"Shite!" The vampire cursed under a breath.

~A LORDLY DEBATE~