Gavril was raised by his mother and lived the quiet simple life of an artist, until one day he is snatched up by his father’s army.
The Drakhaon has died, poisoned. His legacy must live on.
Gavril arrives to the wintry kingdom of Azhkendir to find he is the decedent of a King with dragon blood running through his veins. Upon his arrival he can feel the changes beginning in him. He is haunted by his dead father and is told a blood debt must be paid for his death. Gavril has no desire to bloody his hands but he cannot rid himself of this phantom.
As war wages, Gavril must find the darkness inside and either embrace it or find some way not be taken over by the power.
I could not finish this book. I have been trying for two months. There was no plot, no character development, no real story. I have no idea how I pushed through half of it.
Her imagery is truly well done. She is able to set a beautiful/horrifying scene but it just wasn’t enough.
I loved the idea of this story so much that I purchased the trilogy all at once. I am completely bummed that it didn’t work out.
(No quotes because nothing stuck out to me )