Kingdom of Flames & Flowers (Curse of the Dragons #1)

by Raven Storm

I wasn’t a commodity to be plucked from my home and paraded around the nobles, only to be given to the highest bidder. I wasn’t a piece of flesh to be toyed with, existing only to make other people jealous. I was Marigold Mudthrice. I was born in the mud district in the third row, and I was done with riddles and boys with their smirks and smug looks. “Coming out?” The bored voice was far enough away that I scowled. “I could sniff you out, but that’s no fun. Zion’s flown away if that’s what you’re worried about.” There was a pause. “I’ve pulled out a few of the scrolls that talk about building the dome. Would you like to see them?” Manipulative. Self-serving. Effective. I crawled out of the desk space and brushed myself off. Fists clenched, I slowly made my way back out of the stacks, and back toward the center of the room. Zion was gone. Zariah waited impatiently, tapping his foot and gesturing to a pile of parchment he’d put on a long table. “If you look here, I think—” WHAM. The moment I was close enough, I punched him in the nose as hard as I could. His eyes flashed with shock, then dilated as they shifted dizzyingly between gold and silver, and back again. Blood dripped from his nose, but I don’t think he noticed. Zariah just gawked at me. “You don’t use me to taunt the bloodthirsty dragon who is also your twin brother.” He opened his mouth to argue, but I raised my fist again threateningly. Zariah slammed his mouth shut. “No more vague answers. Tell me what is actual...

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