'Ere be dragons ... Whoo Hoo!!!
The Adamantine Palace lies at the centre of an empire that grew out of ashes. Once dragons ruled the world and man was little more than prey. Then a way of subduing the dragons alchemicly was discovered and now the dragons are bred to be little more than mounts for knights and highly valued tokens in the diplomatic power-players that underpin the rule of the competing aristocratic houses.
The Empire has grown fat.
A man prepared to poison the king just as he has poisoned his own father.
A man prepared to murder his lover and bed her daughter.
A man fit to be king?
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Woo Hoo and congratulations!!!!