Realm of Dragons (Age of the Sorcerers, #1)

by Morgan Rice

King Godwin III of the Northern Kingdom

*therapy group voice* hiiiii, Godwin.

His eldest son, Rodry, was there, twenty-three and looking like the man Godwin had once been, tall and powerfully built, with light hair shaved at the temples so it wouldn’t obscure his swordsmanship, in the one reminder of his mother.

Sup, Rodry

Lenore would probably have preferred to stay in the castle, but then, she had a wedding to prepare for.

3 sons 3 daughters Got it

This wasn’t some joke, to try and gain favor or money or both. This was a dragon.

Oh fuck yeah

The creature’s body curled on the ground, longer than a dozen horses, large enough that in life it could have lifted Godwin like a toy.

If these aren't the kind of dragons I see in the House of the Dragon tv show im sueing.

Where Godwin’s voice was a deep, sonorous thing, Grey’s was like the whisper of paper.

Lol odd simile.

“A female,” the sorcerer said, “and red—with all that implies.” Of course, he didn’t explain what it implied.

*nods head* ah yes, the redness. I see, i see.

“Death is sometimes a powerful omen. Sometimes it is just death. And sometimes, it is life, too.”

*nods head and strokes nonexistent beard* ah yes, how wise you are, oh wise sorceror sir.

He looked much as Godwin had at that age, muscled and powerful, though with a trace of his mother’s good looks and lighter hair to remind him of her now she was gone.

Wasnt this already stated like 2 pages ago?

Aethe wasn’t likely to be forgiving about it, especially not if he was off with Rodry. Despite his efforts, she still thought that he favored his three sons by Illia over the three daughters she’d given him.

Illia: Late wife of Godwin, mother of his eldest children and sons Aethe: current wife of Godwin; mother of his youngest children and daughters Got it, bestie

It was a current against which no man could swim, and against which even the dragon’s weight was a tiny thing. It was pulled down in the direction of the waiting sea, those dark waters rushing to join up with the greater body of them.

That's one problem solved.

Devin dreamed,

*group therapy voice* hiiiii Devin.

“The stars said that if I waited here, in dreams, you would come,” the voice finally said. “The one who is to be.” Devin realized then who this man was. “You’re Master Grey, the king’s sorcerer.”

Is his voice still the whisper of paper?

that he’d told the king the moment of his first wife’s death and everyone had laughed until the fainting fit had struck her, cracking her head on the stone of one of the bridges.

Oof, thats one way to go.

“You are Master Grey.” “And you are the boy born on the most impossible of days. I have looked and looked, and you should not exist. But you do.”

Ayyyyeee, we got ourselves a Chosen One, boys!

“I merely wanted to see you for myself. To see you on the day that your life will change forever.”

So what youre saying is: "some really messed up stuff is gonna happen to you and I'm not gonna warn you about it. Ok, bye!"

He lay in bed, breathing hard, trying to shake off the heaviness, the realness, of the dreams.

Don't go on SSRIs then buddy. Literrally every night is like that for me. No bueno.

Each of his hands was like a hammer, and there were tattoos running along his forearms that hinted of other places,

Uuuuu, yo papi was a BADDDDIIIEEE back in the day boi!

The waterways between the islands formed a series of concentric circles, the wealthier parts toward its heart, protected by the layers of river beyond. There were entertainment districts and noble districts beyond that, then merchant ones, and poorer areas where anyone walking had to be careful to keep an eye on his money pouch.

The setting of Attack on Titan, but instead of walls we have water. Got it bestie.

“You… you’re Swordmaster Wendros,” Devin said.

And... And Im Bookreader Nana! Please tell me Devin isnt going to go around naming every new character that appears in the book.

“Am I?” He took a moment to stare at his reflection in a suit of plate armor. “Why, so I am.

Meeeee

“Now listen to another piece of advice,” Swordmaster Wendros added. “Give it up.” “What?” Devin said, shocked.

Didnt your dad say the same thing?

And just like that, Wendros turned and marched off into the sunrise.

Devin probably thinks hes an ass but he has a point.

Devin found himself thinking about the dream he’d had. He couldn’t help feeling as if they were connected. He couldn’t help feeling as if today was the day that would change everything.

Uuuu, so mysterious. 🤔

Princess Lenore

*group therapy voice* Hiiiii Lenore! Finally some princesses up in this bitch!

Queen Aethe was giving commands at the heart of all of it, looking resplendent as she did so in dark velvet and shining jewels.

Queen Aethe sounds like a baddie. Like she would kill a man with her heels if they even thought about ruining Lenore's wedding day.

She could see the guard barracks that spilled out men when it was low tide to manage traffic across the rivers, the Houses—of Weapons and Sighs, Knowledge and Merchants—each standing at the heart of their district.

I'm sorry but all i can picture is the setting of Season 1 of Attack on Titan.

They stepped inside, and there he was. He was… perfect.

My bet is he's gonna try to kill her. Could be wrong but Idk just a hunch.

Prince Vars downed a flagon of ale,

*therapy group voice* Hiiiii Vars

Lyril had lasted longer than most. Years now, although obviously there had been others in that time.

*le sigh* i honestly don't care about this dude's sex life

“Then why is it that you’re taking so long to marry me?” Lyril asked. It was an old argument. She’d been asking, and hinting, and commenting for as long as Vars could remember.

You are being played gurl! Dump his ass!

Vars rounded on the man. “Do you think I need you to tell me that? Do you think I’m stupid, or that I have no idea of the time?”

Vars is a combination of Theon and Joffrey. And Lenore is Sansa 2.0

“A proper apology,” Lyril said. “On your knees.” The man hesitated for a moment, and Vars leapt in. “Do it.”

🙄

It made no sense to Vars when it was obvious that Rodry was about as suited to the future role of king as he was to flying by flapping his over-muscled arms.

At least he had muscles and can use them to protect his country.

“Ah, but you went running,” Vars said, “and you’re the one who matters to him.” If Rodry caught the sharpness of it, he didn’t show it.

Oh boo who

His smile became more strained as he walked into the heart of them, and he grabbed a goblet of wine as a welcome distraction. In just a brief space, it was gone, so he grabbed another.

Literally me at any "social" event

But whoever got in his way down in the city was going to pay.

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPd6DbprB/

“Too fine for them,” Devin murmured to himself.

BOY if you don't STFU!!!

Devin could see the clumsiness in some of their movements, and the ways that their grips on the weapons were subtly wrong.

I love how your judging when you don't have any proper training yourself and a master told you your technique was good ONCE.

“A man should know the weapons he makes, and uses,” Devin said,

S T F U

“Stupid boy!” Prince Vars snapped. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?” “Sorry, my lord,” Nem said, “but you were the one who walked into me.”

Oof, welp Nem it was nice knowing you

Prince Rodry, he was still over on the other side of the House’s floor, working with the spear. If he’d heard the commotion above the din of working hammers and rushing forge bellows, he didn’t show it.

You are the most useless prince so far

If a prince of the blood stood on your toes, you apologized to him, or thanked him for the privilege.

See I world think a prince for stepping on me *if* and only if I asked for it. If not I'm SWINGING.

He swung the sword at Devin, and instinctively, Devin grabbed for whatever he could find. It turned out to be a forge hammer

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! ✊🏾

He lifted it, obviously testing the weight, and in that moment Devin knew that he was going to die.

Eh, you lived a good life boy. Now, go out like a man! 💪

…and the world seemed to stretch out in that moment, one heartbeat fading into the next. In that instant, it was as if he could see every muscle in the prince’s frame, see the sparks of thought that powered it. It was easy in that moment to reach out, and to change just one of them.

Uuuuuuuu, secret power time!

“That’s enough,” a voice called out, interrupting. “Let him go.” Prince Rodry stepped into the circle of weapons, and the young men there lowered them in response to his presence, almost breathing a sigh of relief that he was there.

Took you long enough, tough guy.

Prince Rodry nodded and then turned to leave. “Be more careful in the future. I might not be here to save you next time.”

Like you would have been able to save that boy's had from being smashed to a million pieces?????

“I want to,” Nem replied. “If he’d hit my hand, I couldn’t make anything else, so I want you to have something I made.”

He is so going to die.

Nerra walked the woods alone,

Hiiiiiiiii, Nerra