The Tales of the Shonri is arranged into storylines, which I call sequences because they are sequences of stories. These sequences will form the basis for future novels and novellas; the Witch and the Warrior sequence has already been published as ‘Tales of the Shonri: City of Lights’
Here is the link to the complete Sequence of the Lamia and the Dragon, which is made up of 31 installments.
http://talesoftheshonri.wordpress.com/sequences/the-lamia-and-the-dragon/
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Ozandris dropped away from the cliff-face, his wounds completely healed by the combined effects of the Scryer-marks and the spell of creation. He tucked his wings in tight, gaining speed in the dive. In the conjoined mind within the Dragon’s skull Cinome and the Inoxit were silent; the silence of the hunt.
The Dragon’s wings snapped out, catching the air. It swooped low over the village, spotted the Shonri running towards the shattered houses and ignored them. They were not Felice, they were not the Shonri who could sense his mind. The Dragon knew this from the mind of Cinome, from the hunting senses of the Inoxit. Ozandris and the others were beginning to merge, to become a single mind, in the heat of battle.
It spiralled upwards with tremendous speed, its ascent almost vertical, skimming over the cliff-face it had clung to only a moment before. It would burst over the top of the mountain, high above the mountain, and then it would drop down upon Felice in the stoop of an eagle, fast and vicious with its flame blazing a path before it.
The Shonri had magic.
The Dragon did not care.
It had magic of its own.
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Ozandris flew along the ridge.
Faster. Faster.
Dive upon these puny Shonri.
As they crouched there, waiting for the attack.
Unleash his flame upon them.
Then away, up, spiral, turn, swoop back upon them.
Use his talons.
Rip them, tear them, shred them.
Then away, down over the edge of the mountain.
Turn, return, more flame, again and again, rip them to shreds, boil their blood.
Burn them.
Rend them.
End them.
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Haram wiped the sweat from his face. He had dropped down with Lorak and Trant to pull the young-ones to safety after their crazy fall, but his mind kept returning to the ledge above, returning to the memory of the last free Turmerix left in this hive, handing him the talon, returning to Lucina.
The dragon’s talon was three-foot long, curved like a scimitar, sharp enough to flense the skin from a man’s flesh and strong enough to tear through rock. It had power, this claw of a beast long thought extinguished, magic was formed into its matrix.
Lucina! Even there, standing on that ledge, looking at her in the form of giant insect, he had felt the call of her.
She was gone now….
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Zaj reached the hole in the ceiling of the cavern. The chamber below bloody red, filling with lava so quickly now, pushing upwards a flood of superheated rock, bubbling towards the tiny figures of the climbing Shonri.
Kuli dangled below him. Hanging free. It was quicker this way, no need for handholds. They would leave a rope for the others to climb. Climbing fast, Kuli didn’t see the pack of Turmerix waiting for her in a broken open birthing chamber.
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