Sealed by Song

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Blood calls to blood. Power demands its price.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A warlord without an army. A lord without lands. A dragon without wings.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Peter Taraskharn is all of these things leading a ragged convoy of refugees toward the one sanctuary left in a world gone mad: Drakonnen Castle the cursed fortress of his bloodline. He never asked for this responsibility. He certainly never asked for the ancient power now burning through his veins.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The thousand souls following him see a savior. His enemies see a threat that must be eliminated. The warrior women who guard his back see something else entirely something that both terrifies and compels them. Peter just sees the next sunrise he has to survive.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Someone has been hunting them since they began this desperate march. Professional soldiers strike from the shadows. Mysterious forces manipulate events from afar. Every league traveled brings new horrors new betrayals new tests of the terrible gift awakening in his blood.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The castle calls to him in dreams promising safety for his people and power beyond imagination. His grandmother's lessons whisper warnings about the fate of every Drakonnen king before him. History says </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>his bloodline is cursed. His enemies say he's already damned.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Peter says he'll burn them all before he lets his people fall.</span></p><p></p>