Excerpt: History Of Renar

Darius rolled to the side and came up beneath the dragon, and having learned from Baavlir's killing stroke, drove his blade beneath Azconardane's chestplate, into the soft flesh and the fires of his heart. Fiery hot blood spewed from the wound, but Darius was immune to its flames, with the soul-power of a dragon burning in his heart, and he twisted and drove the blade in to the hilt. Azconardane screamed again, rearing back, boiling hot blood bubbling from his mouth, and falling away from Darius, who drew his sword from the dragon's flesh as he pulled away. Staggering, Azconardane came around strike at Darius again, hissing words of Dark Power, but the blood in his mouth scrambled the words, preventing the power from obeying. Frustrated he reached to strike again with his clawed hand, only to fall at Darius's feet, gasping, his lung pierced through.