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By Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

From the creators of the sting Chronicles comes the exciting end to the epic saga of Wyrmeweald!
The bone path litters the barren lands of the wyrmeweald with the is still of dragon-like wyrmes, fortune-hunting kith bandits, and wyrme-protecting family members assassins alike—all viciously slaughtered within the grotesque quest for gold and power.
Micah and his buddies have battled tirelessly opposed to the kith bandits to guard the winged wyrmes. however the kith have become bolder, trapping and killing wyrmes to take merely their little flameoil sacs, then leaving the our bodies to rot. ultimately, deep within the middle of the weald, the whitewyrme has despatched out a decision to palms. The wyrmes are getting ready for conflict, able to guard their domestic and themselves.
This could be battle on each entrance: Wyrme opposed to kith. Kith opposed to family members. Even wyrme opposed to wyrme. and previous fortune-hunter Micah, now wyrme protector, needs to arrange for the struggle of his lifestyles . . .

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Zar paused and peered down into one of many pits. those shops, rigorously stocked by means of the colony, then �abandoned, had stored her and Asa alive via that final sour fullwinter, and he or she silently gave due to the greatwyrmes sooner than carrying on with. on the some distance finish of the cavern, they got here to a tunnel that led down even deeper lower than the shop �chambers. regardless of spending the full of fullwinter within the wyrme galleries, Zar had by no means ventured past this aspect. The inky blackness of the tunnel had continually intimidated her, and did so now, despite Asa beside her. The younger whitewyrme cocked his head to 1 facet, barbels quavering. He stared down the tunnel, then again at her. ‘Can you pay attention it? ’ Zar listened, then frowned. She may possibly listen whatever. Her dermis clammed up and goosebumped with unease, and she or he used to be relieved to have Asa along with her. Wyrmesounds. smooth breathy whispers. Chittering, like a gentle breeze blowing via riverreeds. Asa grew to become to Zar, his eyes sparkling amber. there have been wyrmes down there someplace, and so they have been speaking. Asa closed his jaws and the flamebreath was once extinguished, plunging them into pitch darkness. Zar reached out and took her wyrme’s claw in a single hand, and Asa led her down the tunnel. together with her loose hand trailing alongside the wall, Zar famous that its floor was once scratched with tiny marks, grooves a lot smaller than these made by means of the curved claws of an exceptional whitewyrme. She used to be wondered for a second, yet then it happened to her that those clawmarks, crisscrossed and experimental, have been the marks of little one wyrmes. They persisted during the darkness in silence. The wyrmesounds grew extra targeted. Asa stopped by surprise and Zar bumped opposed to him. there has been a faint glow illuminating the tunnel forward. The pair of them edged ahead and peered around the curving tunnel wall. past used to be an unlimited shadowy chamber, illuminated with light flickering gentle. they'd came upon a mystery position, some distance less than the open ethereal galleries above – a spot within which to nurture the main priceless factor the wyrme colony had possessed. Its younger. For this, Zar discovered, used to be a nursery. Scarcely bold to respire, she inched nearer. the sunshine was once coming from a pool of oil set in a shallow dip within the ground, its floor dancing with crimson and yellow flames. It flickered at the partitions and excessive domed ceiling, and at the pearlsheen scales of a whitewyrme sitting on its haunches on the centre of the cave. Zar observed the black zigzag scar that ran down the facet of its white neck. Aseel. It was once Aseel. No different whitewyrme had this kind of detailed marking. yet what used to be he doing right here? She appeared around at Asa. the sunshine spilling out from the cave tipped the sting of his snout, the tops of his crest; it stuffed his eyes. He spoke back to her inquisitive glance with the briefest shake of his head. they need to no longer disturb him. simply past Aseel, half-shielded by means of the curve of his again and folded wings, used to be one other whitewyrme. a feminine. She was once curled up in a spiral, her tail tucked less than her shoulders and her head resting upon the curve of her again.

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