‘Even the smallest child in Avar knows that not all fairy tales come true…’

Josiah Rose was a man raised in death. His mother died when he was young and the Kingdom of Avar was run by the Vampiric Regime of Sias Amman—descendant of the victors of the War of Blood Hollow.

After his father’s passing, Josiah was caught in a fierce battle between his step mother over his childhood home. Now at twenty-one, there is only one word surrounding the market: Marriage.

Talks of nobles far and wide coming for a ball to swoon one Prince Malik Amman ring loud as Josiah finds himself in a carriage on his way into the lions den. Now Josiah has to put on his best act to survive dancing with eyes as red as blood. All the while, it feels like someone’s staring at him in the shadows.

How does one dance in slippers made of glass? How does one not get burned to cinders by dragon’s flame?

Cinders is created by Emma Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Cinders

As Asmodyus went to clean himself up in a nearby spring, I followed Madame Morana back into the house. She escorted me into a room just off of the bedroom. It was dark, a cold draft kept the room captive as Madame Morana used her magic to light a plethora of candles meticulously placed around the room.


Along the floor was a pentagram of a symbol I couldn’t recognize. I twisted my head slightly as I tried to make it out. I looked up as the scent of burning honey filled my nose.


“The eye of Zythen,” she said, bringing one of the candles and a bowl of an assortment of dried fruits, flowers, and animal bones. “The father of the Dragon-borne and the first king of Tenneset.”


“Do you confide in the dragon-borne, Madame Morana?” I couldn’t help but ask her this. Malik had done his hand of trying to convince me that the Dragon-Borne were the enemy and wanted nothing more than to destroy Avar. Madame Morana, nodded, setting her items along the floor.


Chapter 23: Prophecies