Chapter 29

The volcanic peaks of the Dragon's capital pierced the ash-laden sky like obsidian spears. After more than a year away, the familiar sight of home should have brought relief. Instead, Boren found himself a stranger in his own lands.

Four days of waiting had left him restless. Boren stood at the window of his temporary quarters, carved deep into the mountain's heart. The heated stone walls radiated a warmth that once brought comfort, but now only reminded him of the fever in his blood. His quarters were spacious enough for a general – a wide bed draped with leather and northern furs, stone furniture cushioned with more leather, all built to withstand the volcanic heat that permeated every corner of the dragon city.