Free Cursed Bones: Sovereign of the Seven Isles: Book Five by David A. Wells Page A

within the keep, she wasn’t about to let the Thinblade out of her sight.
    “I’ve received word from several of the other territories,” Torin said. “I estimate another three to four legions are prepared to join our forces. Zuhl’s defeat at the shipyards has heartened many who thought all hope was lost. While there are few on Fellenden who have any real battle experience, many are eager to join the fight now that we have a fighting chance.”
    “With our losses at the shipyards, these new additions will bolster our forces to about twelve legions,” General Markos said.
    “That should be more than enough to drive the barbarians out of Irondale and into the sea,” Conner said.
    “We’ve received reinforcements from the fortress islands,” Corina said. “My wing now stands at ninety-seven Sky Knights, including seventeen witches. Additionally, Bianca has cleared the northern fortress island and established a base of operations there. She is prepared to assist and is already running scouting operations. And Cassandra reports that the wyvern-breeding program is moving ahead and the new class of Sky Knights is ready and awaiting the next hatching.”
    “General Kern should arrive within the week,” General Markos said. “Quarters have been set aside for the Rangers, and we’ve already made preparations for stabling their horses. The latest supply shipment arrived from Ithilian today so we should have enough food to last through the winter.”
    “Any word from Ruatha?” Abigail asked.
    “I’m afraid not,” General Markos said.
    Abigail nodded, pursing her lips. Winter had set in, blanketing the majority of the Isle of Fellenden with over six inches of snow and effectively ending any significant military operations. She had turned her attention to the more mundane, yet vitally important tasks of rebuilding Fellenden City and sheltering the soldiers and refugees under her care.
    She was running through the checklist of matters to address when the alarm bell tolled. She looked to Captain Sava, who was standing guard along the wall of the big room. He nodded and sent one of his Strikers for a report. Before the man could reach the door, a roar shattered the early evening.
    Only one thing could make such a fearsome noise.
    A dragon.
    The air in the room dropped precipitously as the ceiling crystallized, freezing solid, icicles forming in seconds.
    Everyone stood. Magda, Corina, Sark , and Dax began casting spells. The Strikers drew swords and raised shields as a soldier burst into the room.
    “A dragon attacks!” he shouted as the arched ceiling shattered, sending blocks of stone raining down.
    Anatoly grabbed Abigail and covered her with his body as he shoved her under the table. A rock the size of a man’s head crashed into his back, knocking him unconscious and pinning Abigail underneath him.
    Magda’s shield flickered into being, followed a moment later by a force-push spell that shoved a section of ceiling the size of a wagon back against the wall, saving Conner and Torin from being crushed.
    Sark turned to wind, barely escaping as several stones crashed into his chair, leaving nothing but splinters.
    One Striker managed to deflect a stone with his shield, suffering a broken arm in the bargain. Another took a direct hit to the head. His helmet was undamaged but the force of the blow broke his neck, dropping him to the floor, dead in an instant.
    Sava raced to Abigail, shield raised overhead, and took a position over her and Anatoly to protect them both.
    Corina staggered back as a large section crashed into her shield, exploding into smaller stones that clattered to the floor.
    Dax cast a spell that caught a dozen or more stones that were falling toward him, stopping them in midair, blue sparkling light dancing over the surface of each, then with a wave of his hands, he tossed them harmlessly against the wall.
    Abigail worked to free herself from Anatoly, rolling him over and frantically checking his