Category Archives: Dragons of Astria

It was a clear cold morning. Thin wisps of white escaped from Denys’s mouth with each breath. It was his favourite time of the day, quiet, as the forest was still sleepy and basking in the rays of the new … Continue reading →

Two chapters to go writing this up on Trello, so aiming to be ready to start writing by the time Postscript publishes, if not earlier. Two gulls flew over the ship as though chasing each other. They stopped in midair … Continue reading →

“Oh my.” Aric was breathing heavily. “That was…. I felt your dragon that time. He’s….you’re… if I was ever in any doubt I was a dragon’s mate, that kiss confirmed I definitely am.” “You definitely are,” Denys said. “Get some … Continue reading →

Denys gasped, and doubled over. Pain stung him, biting his skin. He fought for breath as his surroundings wavered and reality reshaped around him. The sky was dark with blood and death. Bodies littered the battlefield. He recognised Georgia and … Continue reading →

“And don’t forget to add that as we’re not one of you, we’re disposable,” Denys added, standing to give Aric his support. “And if we run into trouble, you’ll be there to help in an instant, yes? “Of course we—” … Continue reading →

Another wave caught the edge of the ship, and Denys clung miserably to the rail. “Why don’t you come back inside?” Aric caressed Denys’ back with slow meant-to-be soothing circles. “I wanted some fresh air.” At least outside, he didn’t … Continue reading →

When they were together, Aric could pretend he wasn’t Prince Brandric, or the heir to the throne of Astria. He and Jevon were just two boys who enjoyed playing games together. He’d admired Jevon’s freedom, and his sense of humour. … Continue reading →

“If the council really is as powerful as you think, why do they stay hidden? Surely they’d be a match for the king’s men?” “Even if they won that battle, there is no certainty they would win the war.” Harold … Continue reading →

Ned thrust again, left and down. Aric ducked back and right. He lunged forward at the last minute but Ned pulled back, avoiding the blade. He was a reasonable dancer, a decent opponent. Aric smiled. His tutor, Sir Wayne, had … Continue reading →

Aric bit his lip and stared ahead, his eyes unfocused. “I don’t want the way you act towards me to change when you find out,” he whispered. “It won’t.” Denys stepped in front of Aric, took a deep breath and … Continue reading →