"Do not allow them to cross!" Thunderous voices hollered in the air

The battle raged on ahead, the pressure heavy enough to crush bone. Beneath it, the golden courtyards of her kingdom flickered faintly with the almost last embers of Merenrys’s wards.

Her sons. Three dragons circled across the bruised heavens, the living testament of Regyptre's Egyptian bloodline. The heavens bent beneath their flight, each wings broad as temple banners, their membranes veined with hieroglyphic gold ...