Relic of the Gods (The Echoes Saga, #3)

by Philip C. Quaintrell

green wings extended, the soft membranes taut in the wind.

The golden flecks decorating Ilargo’s green scales were mesmerising but Gideon, a Dragorn

Another scimitar cut through the air with uncanny speed and intercepted Thallan’s only inches above Asher’s face. The impact of the two blades was unusual; flashing every colour of the spectrum and sparking for the briefest moment. Then the two spun away, twisting and twirling around the other, their swords always colliding in flashes of colour and sparks. Another shadow flew overhead, too quick for Asher to understand what was happening. When he turned his attention back to Thallan, the elf had been hit in the chest by a destructive spell and was now rolling across the ground with the speed of an arrow.