Skysworn (Cradle, #4)

by Will Wight

Jai Long shoved Lindon away and ran over toward the Patriarch...then he scooped up his sister and backed away. He was leaving Jai Daishou on his own.

Not only was he bruised and battered from the crash, but now he was on another cloud instead of solid ground.

That wasn’t necessarily true, but it could be, and it suited Eithan’s purposes.

“A dragon always fights.”

Her feelings were too twisted to think about for very long; clearly, she needed more training.

Lindon ignited the Burning Cloak before Taien had taken a step, launching himself forward. He drove a punch at the gap around Taien’s shield, fully expecting him to shift and block the strike. The momentum should knock him back, giving Lindon time to... Taien’s ribs crumpled like a cage of dry sticks.

“There we go, good as new! Try not to eat for an hour or two, or you might start vomiting up living creatures. I’ve done it, it’s not pretty.”

Orthos spat him onto the ground, where Lindon groaned upon landing. “He needs a shell,” Orthos said.

“If the emissaries of Redmoon Hall already did it, you can,” he said reasonably.