Terror roams the dark and brambled paths of the Kryptwood! A pack of giant spectral hounds rule the night, devouring those foolish enough to brave the forest. The villagers of Hendenburgh cower in the shadows of the ancient boughs as each morning heralds a newly savaged corpse.
Twelve years without rain. The thirsty rocks cry out for water and are denied. The Sea of Yarth – once a shining azure expanse – has receded to a puddle. Perched upon a rusted pleasure barge at the centre of the exposed seabed lies the source of the drought; Lady Drybones, a powerful and malevolent dragon whose very presence turns sea to desert and verdant fields to parched wasteland.
Pity the villagers of Hendenburgh! The Kryptwood, where they have lived for centuries, is now haunted by murderous demon hounds. No one dares venture into the forest at night, but surely someone will have to find out where these horrendous creatures came from, or Hendenburgh is surely doomed!
The emperor is mad. Corrupt. All-powerful. A decadent lout. An eater of children. He is viper to the people and Phaethon to the world . . . and you are his prisoner.
She conquered the five lands and laid waste to the inner and outer spheres. The Emira set out to subjugate hell itself and buried her harem to await her return.
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