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The Red March is a novellette Jackie wrote, set in the same world as the Leland Dragon Series. The Red March is available ONLY here at www.lelanddragons.com for you, the fans of this world. The Dragon Scrolls are the tales of the dragons as they have recorded them to preserve their history. If you enjoy this, or one of the novels, tell a friend!

It is the time of Trai Redhorn. Territory wars between humans have broken out at the edge of the Rage Desert, and dragon vassals have been called to service, as they have proudly done for generations. The Leland Mountains serve as the usual rally point, with the arena carved atop MountGore, the tallest of the peaks, in the near center. Battles have been waging for months as Venurs, human landowners, use wizards and dragons to beat down soldiers and territory lines. Until recently, the clashes had been contained far away in Esra Province. No one had expected the mountains to come under direct attack. No one had expected the fate of the war to fall into the hands of a child.

Marked as translated.

Teshua Graywing.

 
Red March - Chapter One PDF Print E-mail

“This is not our war.  This is not our fight.”

Del Tomas watched as yet another farmer pressed his dirtied hands to his brow. “It’s dangerous to go, but it’s more dangerous to stay.  My family will join.” The farmer’s shoulders sagged.

In the cellar, a single candle burned in the center of a rugged table.  Del counted seventeen faces hovering in the light. Seventeen simple men with farms and families to protect.

Those families were crammed against the cellar walls, wedged together in darkness.  Del was squeezed so tightly against his younger cousin, Aveen, he could feel her breathe.  He tried not to breathe.  The air tasted like mud.  He tried not to move, because it only burrowed Aveen’s elbow harder into his upper thigh.  But there was something else in the air of that room that made it hard to move and to breathe.  Del tasted that, too, and every time he pulled it through his nostrils, it took a little more of him.

Fear.  So raw it turned his pulse to hammer strikes.

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