The dragon cocked its head, and the pupils in its green eyes widened. ‘You seem different, monk. Perhaps you are unwell.’
‘I have never felt better. In fact, I feel more powerful than I have ever felt.’
‘Power has been known to corrupt the strongest of minds,’ the dragon said.
‘Do I detect a hint of jealousy? Is it because I now have the life-force of a god flowing through my veins?’
‘Your mind is not your own. A dark force is poisoning the clarity of your thoughts.’
Amrodan fixed the dragon with a steely glare. ‘I can also sense something.’ He paused. ‘Resentment.’ He looked the dragon in the eye. ‘If that is the case you too would be better off elsewhere.’
There was a rumbling in the dragon’s fire-chamber. ‘Is that really what you wish?’
‘You doubt my words?’ Amrodan asked.
‘Your intentions are questionable,’ Darkan snarled.
‘You want to know my intentions? I have achieved exactly what I set out to: I have started a war between gods and men.’
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank everyone who helped me write this book:
Jane Wamill
Sam Szanto
Julia Bruce
Captain Calllaghan
Don Murphy
Pedro, Maaike and Snowball
All my bosses for the last 10 years who helped me realise that I hate I.T.
The black cat that I feed every day who doesn’t have a name
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