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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SEBASTIEN DEMARQUIS OF THE FLAMESEEKERS stood behind the peephole with his dead heart frozen within his chest, and if the blood organ weren't so stiff, it would have undoubtedly been pounding at the very moment.

In the present moment, he was glad his heart didn't beat, else the vampire Prince would have already heard the thrumming as about now.

With his skin paler than it's usual drained state, the Captain of the Flameseekers looked eerie a man. His ashen features were made more ominous by his troubled state of mind. And were any maiden to pass at the very moment, the lass would most certainly cry out at the deathly looks he bore.

The poor Icelander was paler than a wolf's pelt in dew.

Sebastien couldn't keep the Lord Commander's words from ringing in his ear.

~DELIBERATIONS OF WAR~