Drizzt Do'urden Books Novels & Stories

Ladies in Waiting: The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Draconian Series: Ride the Stars Careful, He Bites Aliens Do it Better: Anthology featuring Careful, He Bites and Interstellar Lover Interstellar Lover Troll series: Under the Bridge Western Fantasy: Women, Whiskey & Gold Fire, Earth & Water Series: Scorched Earth One Night to Burn When the Sea Burned Wind Burn Convergence Series: Bramble Burn Breaker’s Ruin American Gluten Free Cookbooks: American Gluten Free

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

Penny held up a small, leather-bound book, its pages filled with ancient runes and cryptic symbols. “This book holds the key, the potential cure for Draven’s curse. It’s an old, forgotten remedy, passed down through generations of healers, a secret whispered in the shadows of the forest.” The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation. They had found a glimmer of hope, a chance to save Draven, to bring him back from the brink of madness. A chance to bring back their beloved Alpha, their leader, their friend.

A muttered curse followed. Astrid narrowly avoided colliding with the unfortunate victim while Pearl stepped aside at the last second. The young man immediately crouched to collect the fallen books. "My apologies." Pearl bent down and picked up one of the volumes nearest her feet. Ancient History of the First Kingdoms. Interesting choice. She handed it over. The stranger accepted it with a grateful smile. Dark hair. Silver eyes. A familiar resemblance. Recognition arrived quickly. Lucien Draven. The younger prince. "You must be the Wardens from the Eclipsed Order," he said.

It was an unnatural, pulsing pull that I just couldn't even name. Finally, the servant stopped in front of two enormous doors guarded by four armed warriors who pushed the doors open. The moment I stepped inside, the temperature dropped even further. The air so chilly that it should have made me shiver, but weirdly... I wasn't cold anymore. Instead, that strange, nameless sensation inside me flared again. The room was a study with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a crackling fireplace. At the far end of the room by the window was Draven.

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

Then a familiar voice, low and a little rushed: "Good evening, Lord Vincent!" I lifted my head slightly. The door opened, bringing a sweep of cold wind. Vincent stepped in. He wore a black suit, his tie hastily knotted, damp hair dusted with melting snow. On his shoulders, half-melted flakes drew silvery tracks. He must have come straight from a meeting or a long trip; his eyes still held the look of a man who hadn't yet had time to breathe: tired, tense, worried to the point that the regal wolf-king veneer had slipped.

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?