Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
War is brewing.
And someone is hunting the minor gods to extinction.
Tyche has tossed aside his hopes for a quiet life and teamed up with Prince Shey to save the dragon, stop the war, and protect his own kind.
If he’s lucky, the virgin god will finally get his first kiss and more from the very flirty prince.
But that kiss has a price.
Tyche will have to share some secrets he’s had tucked away for thousands of years and put his life on the line to preserve the new family he has found.
Will it be enough?
WARNING: This book has a honking big cliffhanger. Are you brave enough to face it? Don’t come crying to me when it smacks you. (insert author wagging finger)
Mad Dragon of Chaos is the second book in the Forgotten Gods trilogy. This spin-off from the Godstone Saga will include royalty on the run, dragons, gods, magic, secrets, danger, angst, found family, forbidden romance, slow-burn romance, friend to lovers, two romantic couples, and a furious fight to keep the world from burning
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ONE
SHEY THRUDESH-VO
Shey gripped the metal railing of the ship so hard, he was afraid his fingers would become embedded in it. The sky was black. Not from thick clouds, but an absence of the sun. No stars. No moon. Only a bleak darkness that tried to swallow up all light. And the closer they got to the Isle of Stone, the worse it was growing.
The trip from Bellcairn had been a disaster from the moment they’d set out. Storms had plagued them the entire route north to Caspagir, forcing him to use his gifts to calm the winds and carve out a somewhat safe passage. They’d landed in Sirelis, intending to stay one night and leave again with the morning tide, but a new storm had moved in to delay their departure.
Kaes was throwing a tantrum. Tyche had told him off, and Shey hadn’t jumped at his offer to take him as a mentor so he could grow even more powerful. Tyche had groaned that Kaes needed to pout. And possibly make the God of Luck hurl. While the crashing waves and lurching ship didn’t affect Shey much, Tyche had spent most of the voyage curled in a miserable ball with seasickness. Adrian had been slightly better.
Angry waves crashed into the side of the ship, and an ominous creak rose from the boat’s belly, sending a chill through Shey. Saltwater caught on the wind pelted him in the face and stung his eyes. His heart hammered. It was impossible to gauge how close they were to the dragon’s island home. By their estimates, they should arrive within the next hour, but there were no lights to break up the endless gloom. It wasn’t unnatural—it had to be the effect of Yesuntei’s magic slipping out of Haru’s control.
Footsteps thundered down a set of nearby stairs, and Shey twisted enough to see Adrian’s haggard face faintly lit by some lights set about the ship. It was more like a fancy yacht that had been outfitted with a couple of heavy guns and half a dozen trained sailors. Queen Noemi hadn’t wanted them to leave completely unarmed when they might run into ships from Damardor or New Rosanthe. However, it wouldn’t look good if the first Caspagir ship to ever approach the Isle of Stone was a warship. In the end, Shey had chosen this one for its speed. They had defensive capabilities, but the primary focus would be its ability to outrun anything New Rosanthe and Damardor might throw at them.
“Captain has cut the engines to a quarter. He says we should be damn close to the shore, but spotters can’t see shit. He’s afraid of running us aground.” Adrian grasped the railing along the stairs as an enormous wave pounded the starboard side of the ship. Despite bracing, Adrian’s left shoulder still slammed into the wall.
Shey grunted, naturally moving with the ship so that he kept his balance. Caspagir had always had a powerful navy, and with Sirelis positioned on the water, he’d grown up on ships. Rough seas didn’t bother him. “Makes sense.”
“This darkness doesn’t.”
“It’s Haru.”
Adrian released a rough breath and glanced away from Shey, but the prince still spotted the worry in Adrian’s eyes. The man had barely slept or eaten for the two weeks they’d been apart from Haru. It wasn’t just that he was worried about the dragon. He was terrified for him. Haru had been quite forthcoming in his intentions toward the Erya royal guard, but Shey had wondered if Adrian’s feelings ran as deep. The past two weeks of constant fear showed that if Adrian’s feelings weren’t the same as Haru’s, they were on the fast track to getting there.
“Maybe we should see if Tyche has any ideas on how we can fight this. He at least has some understanding of Yesuntei’s powers,” Shey suggested.