Chapters (62)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Total Confusion
- Abandoned
- Feeling It
- Intruders
- A Standoff
- Uncomfortable Lies
- A Strange Sight
- Testing the Dragons
- Having It Out
- Resolved
- Meeting of the Minds
- Coming to Terms
- Filling in Some Pieces
- Putting Things Together
- No One to Tell
- Another Story
- Just a Little Bit
- Moments of Normalcy
- Waiting in the Castle
- Time to Go
- The Summons
- Things Get Real
- They Meet Again
- Stressing Out
- Sound the Alarms
- A Perilous Step
- A Moment of Weakness
- A Major Wrinkle
- Regret
- On Tenterhooks
- A Trial Period
- Puzzling Developments
- News from a Friend
- On Equal Ground
- Overnight Journey
- Bombs Away
- A Giant Puzzle
- Making Big Plans
- In the Cavelands
- Sticks and Stones
- Ghostly Fog
- Changing Plans
- A Strange Turn
- More Than Too Much
- Grasping Blindly
- Brokenhearted
- Coming Together
- Confusion in the Cavelands
- Making Their Own Plans
- Making a Deal
- Scrambling
- On the Move
- Danger, Danger
- The Partnership
- In Rough Shape
- Pulling It Together
- Delirious
- At Last, a Moment
- Acknowledgments
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Now that Dev had retrieved the sack of components, Fifer possessed all the send spells she needed. The first thing she did was call on Maiven Taveer to speak to the ghost dragons about how to respectfully remove the dead dragons from the front and back yards. Hopefully, they would know how to properly care for and dispose of the bodies, and had the strength to do it.
There was still no word from Thisbe, and Fifer and Dev were on hold and feeling skittish. They were both worried about her, but they didn’t talk about it much. And neither of them knew quite what to do next other than continue to wait for Thisbe’s instructions, as they’d agreed upon. Fifer would then call on Maiven and the others to bring in the whole army, saying she couldn’t allow it to go on any longer. Then they’d all go to the castle, and hopefully, one way or another, they’d be able to remove the Revinir from power.
It would be nice if Fifer could go along with them, but the way things were looking, she and Dev were going to be stuck here indefinitely unless they could figure out how to get rid of the remaining two red dragons. She hadn’t ever been taught how to use a bow and arrow, and Florence’s bow was almost too heavy for Fifer to lift, much less use properly. Dev offered to carve a bow and some arrows for her, but Fifer was pretty sure it was the magic in the arrows that had caused the fatal blows, not just the vulnerability of the nostril area.
Of course she’d also thought about bringing Florence back to life so that she could shoot down the remaining two. But it was too risky to bring her back now, especially since she would be without one of her legs and unable to position herself to shoot like she was accustomed to. And if Fifer stuck around to help attach Florence’s leg, she would be putting herself at great risk. No one could predict what the dragons would do if they saw the warrior trainer move even a little bit. Sure, they might not be able to hurt her if she stayed on the ground… but if they attacked her and grew frenzied, there was no longer any doubt that they would come after Dev and Fifer. There were a lot of factors, and Fifer wasn’t about to risk anybody’s life if she could help it. Besides, they were safe here for the moment.