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Queen Aurora and King Jarvok are finding that there is a thin line between love, hate, and Oblivion.

The war between the Court of Light and Dark has finally ended, and peace reigns. The Court of Light continued advising the human monarchs of Europe while the Court of Dark kept to themselves, intervening only to act as the humans Dark Gods and Goddesses.
The two Courts were both upholding their respective duties as written by the Treaty of Bodhicitta, until Queen Mary the first of England reneges on a Changeling contract with the Court of Light. This unfortunate act puts events in motion which led to the last Fire Drake, Bishop Awynn, making the ultimate sacrifice. Awynn loses his light while saving The Dark Fae King during a tense standoff with Queen Aurora.

Queen Aurora swears revenge upon Mary for Awynn's death and issues the same warning she gave her Father, King Henry the Eighth, so many years ago. However, King Jarvok had his own point of view on Queen Aurora's vengeance and pays Aurora a visit to deliver his critique of her technique, leading to a knock-down drag-out fight between the two Fae monarchs.
Both Leaders refuse to bow even if it means certain Oblivion...

Sujets

Fantastique

Romance fantastique

Magical Realism

Mythical Creatures

Dragons

Magic realism

Fiction

Fantasy

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	20 janvier 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644504109
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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Table o f Contents
Chapter 1 Dedication
Chapter 2 Acknow ledgements
Chapter 3 Prologue
Ch apter One:
Chapter 4 Vapor
Ch apter Two:
Chapter 5 The Last Tango
Chapt er Three:
Chapter 6 From the Ashes
Chap ter Four:
Chapter 7 First Impressions Are Only Skin Deep
Chap ter Five:
Chapter 8 A New P erspective
Cha pter Six:
Chapter 9 Nothing Ever Stays Buried, Not Even Und er the Sea
Chapt er Seven:
Chapter 10 Sometimes it Takes a Mermaid
Chapt er Eight:
Chapter 11 Al l My Stars
Chap ter Nine:
Chapter 12 That’s How You Entert ain Guests
Cha pter Ten:
Chapter 13 To Each His or Her Own
Chapte r Eleven:
Chapter 14 A Ray of Dark in a Court of Light—T he Banquet
Chapte r Twelve:
Chapter 15 Charmed, I Am Sure
Chapter Thirteen:
Chapter 16 Parting is Such Sorrow, Especially the Way Jarv ok Does It
Chapter Fourteen:
Chapter 17 The King’s N ew Clothes
Chapter Fifteen:
Chapter 18 Have Fun Stormin’ Her Castle
Chapter Sixteen:
Chapter 19 Fire, Acid, a nd Assault
Chapter Seventeen:
Chapter 20 Fly By
Chapter Eighteen:
Chapter 21 New Understandings and Perhaps Something Deeper...
Chapter Nineteen:
Chapter 22 Bridges, Built and Broken
Chapte r Twenty:
Chapter 23 Common Ground Makes for Strange Bedfellows
Chapter Tw enty-One:
Chapter 24 Afterglow
E pilogue:
Chapter 25 Dream a Li ttle Dream
Book Club Discussion Questions

From T he Ashes
Birth of the Fae: Vol 1 Book 3
Copyright © 2021 Danielle M. Orsino. All rights re served.

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“Los” Dragon concept by: Danielle M . Orsino
Los Flying over the Forehelina Forest by: P andiiVan
Map is illustrated by Daniel Hasenbos–he goes by Dani els Maps
Photo : Julia Juliati
Makeup and Hair: Denise M. Apostle
Vapor Dragor Concept: Danielle M. O rsino
Vapor Dragor illustration: Pa ndiiVan
Power Angel Memorial:Lavalli on Arts
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Library of Congress Control Number: 20 21951150
Print ISBN: 978-1-644 50-411-6
Hardback ISBN: 978-1-644 50-535-9
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-644 50-410-9
Audio ISBN: 978-1-644 50-409-3

Dedication

Be open to love, creativity and all the universe has to offer, but more importantly be ready to give it back. You never know whose heart you w ill touch.

Acknow ledgements

PMD.
Carlos and Penelope: my hearts and the reason s I write.
Denise Apostle: Thank you for your creativity and f riendship.
Julia Juliati: Thank you for helping bring my Fae to life through your lens.
PandiiVan: The real mother of al l dragons.
Jamie: The Crys tal Queen.
CBS : My Yoda.
4 Horsemen: Thank you for allowing me to ride with you.
To all my Fae Friends: Thank you for spending your time in the Veil. These books are happening because of you. With each word I write, I take a piece of you with me into the Veil. Chaos be with you!

Prologue

“I could sit and watch these two for hours, but at the rate they are going, I don’t think it will last too long. The Court of Light’s queen put up a fight in the beginning— I find her adorable. This could have ended peacefully, but King Jarvok had to pick at the scab. The little queen was already upset over her mistake with Queen Mary; her ego kept her from handling the human monarch properly which led to the death of her Fire Bishop, Awynn. To be fair, he sacrificed himself to save the Dark Fae king and teach the little queen a lesson about compassion. What a waste. All that power, gone over a sill y emotion!
Though I did get to see Aurora’s vengeful side! I found her plan—making Mary give birth to nothing more than a swan feather—amusing. She needs to work on her speech. It was rather boring, just a reiteration of what she said to Mary’s father, King Henry. Jarvok felt her plan was worthy of a Dark Fae. I don’t believe Aurora liked the compliment; she is so sensitive. Some harsh words were exchanged, and so we find ourselves here. Aurora delivered the first blow, literally. She should have remembered the first rule of combat: don’t hit first; just hit th e hardest.
Now I sit and watch these two fight like children. It’s entertaining, especially as the Illuminasqua captain is involved. I like her; she has spunk and something else. I am enjoying the Vapor dragon, but then again, who doesn’t love a Vap or Dragon?
The Devil is in the details. I guess I truly am everywhere.”

Ch apter One:
Vapor

B oth Queen Aurora’s and Desdemona’s mouths dropped open in awe as their imminent demise materialized before them. The stench of charcoal, magma, and sulfur was overwhelming. Their eyes teared up, yet they could not risk closing them. What stood before them would haunt their nightmares for years to come if they survived. Perhaps throwing the Dark Fae king into a cyclone and almost killing him wasn’t exactly diplomatic and set this off. But he tried to kill the queen of the Court of Li ght first.
Dragor—the leader of the Draconian faction, a Fire-Breather and King Jarvok’s companion—stood on his hind legs to his full height of 25 feet. He brought his left front claw to his mouth, breathing a steady stream of fire onto it until it glowed red. Then, the dragon cut himself with the bright red claw from his throat to his stomach. The two Fae winced, disturbed by the self-mutilation. There was no blood or gore; the heat he generated cauterized the wound. Casually, the dragon used his long claws to dig into the vertical slice and pull it open, unaffected by the grotesque sound of tearing meat. The dragon’s rib cage cracked open, revealing a glimpse inside the beast’s chest cavity, including a beating orange heart encased in a crust of white magma. With each beat, it pulsed and smoldered like a hot coal.
Queen Aurora, numb with fear and awe, watched the dragon who did not appear to be in any pain. Desdemona glanced back at her queen, trying to keep the look of terror off her face.
“Suggestions, my queen?” Desdem ona asked.
It took Aurora a moment to find her voice. “Steady, my captain,” she replied, but even to Aurora her voice sounded unsure and wobbly as if the sound traveled up from her knees.
The dragon knelt down, the booming of his beating heart deafening as his chest cavity no longer muffled the sound of the six-chambered pump. Jarvok gave a mocking smile, maintaining eye contact with them as he backed into the Dragon’s chest cavity. The ribcage snapped shut on him like a Venus flytrap closing on its prey. Aurora let a startled scream escape her. Dragor took the same claw he had used to slice himself open and traced over his wound, sealing Jarvok inside of his body. The dragon took to his hind legs, standing at his full height once more, howling for a moment. Dragor’s body stretched another 100 feet while dissolving at the same time, his shoulders taking on a larger almost hulking musculature while his wings started to shrink, becoming as thin as gossamer, finally his legs were as thick as the crystal pillars of the palace, yet the dragon was leaving behind only an outline of smoke.
Desdemona rubbed her eyes. “I have never witnessed anything like this,” she whispered to her queen, daring not to look away from the wispy remains of Dragor hanging in the air. The dragon made of vapor blinked, and he had the same bright honey irises as the Dark Fae king. Desdemona gasped when, through the smoke, the silhouette of Jarvok suspended in Dragor’s chest became visible. When Jarvok raised his arms, the dragon’s wings unfurled. Jarvok and Dragor were of one body and one mind. The smoke dragon still maintained all the weight of a corporal body; the ground shook with each step.
“They have melded!!” Desdemona exclaimed.
With an explosion of wind, Aurora tried to make the vapor dragon dissipate, but nothing happened. Jarvok inhaled, and with it came the familiar sound of the clicking of the Fire-Breather’s back teeth. The two women scattered as a stream of flames narrowly mi ssed them.
Both Jarvok and Dragor smiled, Jarvok’s voice echoing through Dragor’s jaws. “You can’t win, Aurora. Give up. You may wield some power over the element of Air, but I have become Fir e itself.”
The creature stalked toward the Queen. Desdemona jumped in front of her, Elestial blade blazing, slicing and cutting into the vapor dragon; it did nothing to harm the beast.
Jarvok swatted at her with the dragon’s front claw, sending Desdemona careening across the terrace and into a wall, leaving a full bod y imprint.
Aurora gaped at the vapor dragon Why was I