The Dragon's Heart (Dragon Lore)

THE DRAGON’S HEART

Dragon Lore, Book One

By EDEN ASHE

LYRICAL PRESS

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KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

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To Scotland, for always saying when, and never if, and for never complaining about all the nights he slept in bed alone while I was deep in this world.

Acknowledgements
 

Thank you to Mary Stratiff, for being an awesome friend, critique partner, and sounding board. Not to mention the countless–and I do mean countless–hours helping me learn the art of world-building, and kicking my butt when it needed to be kicked. Which was way more often than I am comfortable admitting to. Then there are my beautiful girls, who picked up the slack around the house, while always pushing me to achieve my goals.
 
I love you both.

Prologue

Chronicles of the Egregoroi

Page Eight Hundred and Fifty-two

In all the myths and legends of the world exists a grain of truth. At the dawning of the gods’ newest creation, the goddess, Gwendolyn, took into consideration how easily she and her kin were distracted by new worlds, and their own petty games. When creating the humans of the Earth realm, Gwendolyn remembered the failings of the gods, and sent a guardian race of shape-shifter dragons to guide and protect her precious humans. These guardians gave birth to the whispered stories and legends of dragons.

Majestic and powerful, these noble creatures protected ancient man at the behest of the goddess who dearly loved the humans. While solitary beasts by nature, the dragons taught men the art of fire, of weapons and of sacred magical workings. They gave the humans civility, and taught them how to live in peace with the world around them. Under their guidance and protection, humans flourished.

In the beginning, Gwendolyn walked with both human and dragon, assuring the children of her heart upheld the ideals she wished she could instill in her brethren.

But the gods clashed. Their games grew brutal. Gwendolyn found herself caught up in the non-stop battles, and left the leadership of dragons and humans alike in the hands of the great dragon lords.

What she did not foresee, and what she could not know, was how the absolute power she’d given to her favorite dragon would be corrupted. In the absence of the goddess, the dragon Alexi took it upon himself to rule all dragons and humans. He grew drunk with the added power. With each conquest, he demanded more humans bow to him, to worship him the way they once revered Gwendolyn. Other dragons saw the power Alexi amassed by the day, and they wanted it for themselves.

One by one, the great dragon lords fell to the corruption of their power. The once boundless peace across all the lands was broken. Shadow covered the world. Darkness and fear crept in. The dragons turned from majestic to terrible, but the humans still had hope. Those dragons still yet unspoiled by greed and lust reminded the humans of the goddess who cared for them. In secret, those dragons urged the peoples of Earth to raise their voices together, and ask the great goddess to help them.

The goddess heard their plea. With the attention of the other gods on their own selfish games, she was not strong enough to bring so many powerful dragons to heel. Her only recourse was to give an elite group of humans the power and size and immortality to bring down the dragons decimating their fellow man. The Hunters came into being. Each one had the strength to track and slay a dragon. And at first, the plan succeeded.

The Hunters and dragons, who still walked in the path of lightness, worked together to bring down those who had allowed their power to corrupt them.

But Gwendolyn had not learned from her mistakes. The Hunters took it upon themselves to decide which dragons did or did not deserve extermination. The infractions to warrant a death sentence grew slighter. Soon, all dragons were marked for death, even the ones who had risked their lives to aid the Hunters.

Those dragons still loyal to Gwendolyn, still bound to protecting her once-beloved humans, once again turned to the power of human prayer to aid them. The humans rallied behind their dragon guardians, but this time, the goddess did not answer.

Betrayed and hunted, the dragons took to the shadows. Why Gwendolyn abandoned them, no one knows. Some say she grew tired of her creation. Others believed a more malevolent cause prevented her from saving them. One is left alive who seeks the truth, who believes Gwendolyn would never abandon those who needed her. Waiting, knowing he will need to once again align dragon and Hunters against a threat more terrible than anything yet seen on Earth.

For darkness always comes before the dawn.

1

“In entertainment news, Shelby Kincade is expected to make her first public appearance tonight at the premiere for her new romantic comedy,
Love Games
. It’s been almost a year since the night that still baffles police, when two men were found torn apart and bloody inside the A-list star’s bedroom…”

A low catcall came from the end of the bar, droning out the rest of the talking head’s voice.

“Look at her.” A man whistled. Shelby Kincade’s face filled the flat-screen television set high on the wall above the dozens of bottles of alcohol.

“I’d rather not.” Daniel Ashborne downed the beer he’d been nursing for the last hour. Just her name made him want to get plastered. “Can you turn this shit off?” he asked.

The brawny bartender braced his stocky arms across his chest. “Fuck off. I’m watching this.” He grabbed the remote, cranking the volume as he turned his full attention back to the television. “I like Shelby.”

“Of course you do,” Daniel drawled as he got to his feet, scooping his change off the bar. He dragged a hand over his face. So much for a biker bar being a nice, quiet place to get drunk. The task didn’t require all of his attention, but there was no way in hell he was looking at the television screen. He knew from experience the second he let his focus waver, he’d get sucked in to whatever story was running on the woman, be it on the television or in a magazine or newspaper. No matter how toxic it was, she was an addiction he didn’t know how to kick.

It didn’t surprise him to see her face splattered all over the night’s news. It was why he’d decided to get sloppy drunk. After a year outside the Hollywood spotlight, the woman still demanded attention. And she got it in spades.

“Isn’t she the pertiest thang you’ve ever seen?” the biker asked, his gaze riveted to the television.

Daniel made the mistake of glancing up. She stared back at him through dark sunglasses, pale blonde waves framing a perfect, flawless face. He knew the photograph was taken soon after his last encounter with her. He knew it because her smile, the beautiful, radiant smile of hers that made everyone near her want to smile, too, strained around the edges. Too forced to be real.

He snorted on his way to the door. “Don’t let her fool you,” he murmured as he passed the biker. “She’s a shark. She’d eat you alive.”

The biker’s grin went hungry. “Hey, she can eat any part of me she wants. Fuck, I’d give my left nut for five minutes with that mouth–”

Daniel’s fist shot out before he realized he’d moved, slamming into the guy’s jaw. The power behind the punch sent the bastard flying backward into the pool table.

“What the fuck!” the idiot roared, too ignorant to realize he was only alive because Daniel allowed him to be. Bracing a hand against the table next to him, the biker managed to get his considerable weight back to his feet.

Though the biker was six foot of pure brawn, Daniel was eight inches taller and outweighed him by nearly a hundred pounds of muscle. He could tear the man apart by the limbs if he wanted to, even without his alter ego making an appearance. He didn’t need to unleash the beast tonight.

Daniel took a step closer to the burly human. Maybe a fight was what he needed to take the edge off. He needed his head in the game where it belonged, not on the woman who’d caused him nothing but grief for the last year. “Let’s do this.”

The idiot came barreling at him like a freight train, hooking Daniel around the waist and carrying him backward into the wall behind him. The biker bared his teeth as his fist shot out aiming for Daniel’s stomach, but Daniel’s reflexes were quicker. He grabbed him by the shoulders, slamming his head into the man’s nose. Blood exploded everywhere. Daniel stepped back, snorting as the biker let out a high-pitched, girly wail before scrambling to his feet again, a switchblade gripped in one meaty fist.

Around him, the other bikers left their tables and drinks, forming a loose, threatening circle around Daniel. As he rolled his shoulders, preparing to do some real damage, the sound of a shotgun slide being racked into place echoed through the suddenly silent bar.

Unease prickled along Daniel’s spine. He raised his head slowly to see the bartender braced behind the bar, the shotgun resting on the counter. “Keep it down,” the man snarled. “I’m trying to watch this.”

Well fuck. Even her face on television brought out every lunatic in the area.

The woman really was nothing but trouble.

“You have two seconds to take it out the door.” The bartender sneered, turning his attention back to the television. Grabbing the remote, he cranked the volume. “I will shoot someone if I miss seeing Shelby.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Daniel muttered, subtly shifting his body to take in the danger surrounding him. He counted six men with various weapons, none of which worried him. The bartender with the shotgun, though,
he
could be a problem. Not even Daniel could withstand a blast from it at pointblank range. Even with normal ammunition, he had no doubt the idiot would use it if he felt provoked. Shelby had that affect on men. A smile from her brought out every protective instinct a man possessed, triggering a homicidal rage if anyone dared to threaten her.

Trying to use the distraction against him, the first of the gang rushed Daniel from behind. Daniel spun at the last second, using the biker’s forward momentum to his own advantage. He snapped the wrist holding the switchblade and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground until his feet dangled in the air. With a flick of his wrist, he sent him barreling into idiots two and three. Number four tried to get a knife past his defenses as Daniel unarmed the two with guns, but Daniel was quicker.