Daryl Devore's Blog

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Thursday, 17 December 2020

My Books. My Blog. My Posts. Available for pre-order - Daryl Devore's next book a medieval fantasy romance - The Last Dragon #medieval #fantasy #romance



What do dragons, knights and romance have in common? Grab a copy of multi-published author Daryl Devore’s latest fantasy romance – The Last Dragon and discover the answer.

A sorcerer craving dominance merged with a dragon, the power overwhelmed him causing him to split into three dragons. Demora ruled thought, but was lost in time. Yidithe offered protection, shining like the light of the sun. Ayrradex craved chaos, revelling in destroying souls.

Many knights died, attempting to slay the devil beast. One knight, Prince Hawkyns, did not fear death. He’d lost everything. Away on a mission when Ayrradex attacked his fathers kingdom, Penrythe, Hawkyns returned to find his noble father – feeble and defeated. His wise mother – crazed. His beautiful wife and unborn child - dead. Only a pile of ashes remained for him to bury. He knelt before his King and vowed to slay the devil-beast or be slain.

Derry was born with powers that terrified her parents. They delivered her to a nunnery to be raised in secret. Jathe, a wise sorceress, discovered the young girl and trained her to one day use the secret hidden in her soul.

Legends spoken around campfires hinted the sole way to destroy Ayrradex was when the hearts of a knight and a golden dragon became one. But after a vicious battle with Ayrradex, the golden dragon was thought to be dead.

Can Prince Hawkyns’s bravery and Derry’s powers end the reign of the devil-beast’s terror?

Opening Scene


Hawkyns picked up his sword and ran the flat side of his blade across his breeches, erasing the loathsome-smell of dragon’s blood. The night sky moonless and cloudy, and offering no light, he held the weapon close to his nose and sniffed, examining it for traces of foulness.

Another dragon slain, but not the one for which he had searched for many months. This was only a fire-breather, the spawn of the one he hunted Ayrradex.

He gritted his teeth as a memory surged forward.

Ayrradex was a feared and vicious dragon, ravaging villages and darkening the sky throughout the kingdom of Penrythe and the known lands. Hawkyns had knelt before his father, the king, and sworn he wouldn't return until Ayrradex was defeated.

He glanced at this corpse lying before him, spilling its blood onto the meadow. The grass sizzled as the liquid dribbled through the blades. Kicking at the short spike on the end of the tail, Hawkyns snarled in frustration.

Even the smaller ones gave fierce battle. As he searched for a place to bed down for the night, he had stumbled across this dragon feasting on a cow's carcass. Startled, the beast released a screech then flew into the sky and plunged towards him with talons poised and ready.

Hawkyns jumped from his horse, Gladur, then slapped his rump to shoo him into the cover of the forest. He raised his sword and slashed at the spiked claws. The dragon heaved a downbeat with his wings and rose above the sharp blade. Its gargled inhale spurred Hawkyns to race towards a boulder for cover. The ground rumbled when the creature landed. Each step echoed off the forest.

Staying low, Hawkyns charged to a dense copse of trees. He squinted into the blackness of the night trying to locate the dragon. There was a gentle movement to the air, but as long as he was out of the path of the dragon’s nose, his scent would be difficult to catch. Confident he was safe, he allowed himself a moment to relax.

The enormous beast plodded about, sniffing, searching for his prey. Frustration boiled, and the dragon released his fiery breath with an air-ripping howl. Dark red and orange flames spewed forth engulfing the trees and bushes in its path.

Experience having taught him a dragon is weakest the few moments after exhaling fire, Hawkyns seized the instant to attack. Sword raised, he rushed out. As he neared the right flank, he swung, but the dragon had not been caught unaware. It lifted its wing, snagged Hawkyns' feet, and tossed him across the meadow.

A blast of air ejected from his lungs as he hit the ground a short distance from the bank of the river. The sword bounced out of his grasp. Pain gripped him as he tried to force air back into his chest. Keeping his gaze on the dragon, he groped for his weapon. His fingers felt no metal.



What's happening in December on Romance  Sweet to Heat

18 – Fridays in Space

19 – SPOTLIGHT – Bobbi Schemerhorn - The Realm Warden Series

20 –  Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday

21 – SPOTLIGHT – Ashe Barker – Deeds Not Words

22 – Book Release – Daryl Devore’s – The Last Dragon

23 – Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor

24 – Thursday #Yoga

25 – Blog closed for Christmas

26 – Blog closed for Christmas

27 –  Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday


29 – TBA–

30 – Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor

31 – Blog closed for New Years


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