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

by Morgan Rice

“You have been through much, my friend,” he said, placing a hand on the emissary’s shoulder. “Not as much as I had hoped, but perhaps enough.” “My king?” the emissary said.

Lol i see now

I had expected that he would cut you down for the things I offered. Still, he slew your men, and that is something.” He looked around the hall. “From this moment, we are at war with the North. Attacks will be made to bring it to heel.”

An excuse to go to war is always fun.

“We will take a staging post from which to strike, and attack our foes from there. We will encircle them and overwhelm them, because they believe that no one would dare to do what we will do.”

Why are you taking about war strategies in front of a packed throne room??? You just said there are spies everywhere!!

He went back to his throne and tore off the purple robes, revealing scale armor underneath. Ravin drew his sword and pointed up, to the spot on the map that hung to the east of the two kingdoms.

Pfffffffffffftttt. What in the Monty Python and the Holy Grail kinda shit is this???? Where exactly does think he's going RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT with all that armor on????

Training with the Knights of the Spur was one of the hardest things Erin had done.

Forgot you existed. Also: Why does this book have like 5 million POV chapters????

Ready? She was practically bursting with the need to do this. She’d been hoping for something like this all her life, and now… now she had a chance to prove herself. *** “Is it always so boring on patrol?” Erin asked.

Pffffffttt

she knew she couldn’t just turn around and walk away. She couldn’t do it, any more than she’d been able to walk away when she heard about the bandits who had attacked the villagers before. She was supposed to be royal, and if that didn’t mean she was there to protect people, what did it mean?

You're as much of a fool as Rodry.

She would be the warrior that she knew she was, not a scared little girl, and not a princess.

Princesses can still be cautious

heeled her horse forward, heading for the village, whatever the danger it held.

Obviously not this princess

Greave had never met anyone like Aurelle before.

Forgot u existed too

Greave was about to say how impossible it seemed that someone so perfect should appear in his life so suddenly,

Bro this is a first date calm yourself

Was this what love was like? Greave had no point of comparison except the things that had been written in plays and books.

🙄

He felt as though he could feel every movement she was going to make and respond to it automatically, as if she lent him her grace in some indefinable way.

How goes a boy with no socialization whatsoever suddenly love being outside and know how to dance because of some girl?

In the moment when she kissed him, even that felt like the most natural thing in the world to do.

Didn't you just meet this gurl 4 minutes ago?????

“It makes me wonder what else I might teach you,” Aurelle said. Her finger hooked into Greave’s shirt, gently drawing him with her.

STOP

“Where are we going?” Greave asked. “To my rooms,” Aurelle said.

ST OP

It said to him that this was as strange an experience for her as it was for him, and that some part of her felt all the strange, impossible things that were running through him.

I doubt it

“I want that more than anything,” he said.

S T O P

Renard watched Lord Carrick’s castle home

I think you've had a POV already but honestly im not even sure at this point??? Edit: its aaaaaalllll the way at the very beginning of the book, but yes good ol Renard has had a POV chapter

Changing quickly in a stand of bushes, he threw on darker clothing, complete with a hood to hide his features, and leathers

Robin, oh robin hood

His muscles complained at the effort of hanging there like that, but he ordered them to be quiet. What did they want him to do? Drop off and see if he could fly?

Is this man giving commentary to his muscles??

In time to the rhythm of it, Renard dropped down from the wall, rolled, came up, and sprinted in a burst to the wall of the keep. He paused there, counting the beat, waiting while another set of footsteps passed by. Silent as a shadow, Renard climbed again, looking for the window he wanted.

This paragraph... Actually was very fun to read. I could ACTUALLY picture the quick wit of a theft dancing around a patrol guard.

That was roughly when everything went wrong.

It went wrong when i decided to read another Morgan Rice book

The disguise that resulted was a long way from perfect.

Wait, did literally no one else see him run into the stables? Or at least hear the clerk guy cry out? And doesn't it take a considerable amount of time to knock a guard out, to change into the guards uniform, and then ride out like nothing happened???? Ah, I'm thinking way too much into this

He’d done it; he’d actually robbed Lord Carrick.

This better be super important later or I'm gonna be pissed they i wasted another chapter on yet another useless character.

Brother Odd was working in the gardens when the call went out around the monastery. “Ships!”

RPG War Monk???

Seeing no other choice, he knelt, the rake before him, forcing down the waves of frustration and anger that threatened to overwhelm him.

Please let him stab someone in the face with that rake. A War Monk is what this story needs and I'll be damned if i don't get it! 😤✊🏾

I am not that man, he thought. But are you a man who lets his friends, good men, be slaughtered? another part demanded. I am Brother Odd, a loyal monk, he insisted. But that was not always your name.

Do it!

he stood, lifting the rake and considering it. “It will have to do,” he said, and set off in the direction of the docks.

War monk! War monk! War monk!

He raised his sword to strike, but Brother Odd was already in motion. He caught the blow with the head of the rake, twisted, and sent the weapon spinning from the man’s hand.

Oh heck yeah! Character name: Odd Class: War Monk Level: 15 Weapon equipped: Rake

“No, there will be no violence here!” the abbot shouted,

Oh shut up! Will someone please kill him!

They were expecting pleas and peaceful protestations… Odd gave them violence instead.

Yeah! Fuck em!

Odd parried two blows to get the measure of him, took a slicing cut on his arm, then took the man’s head off in one sweep of the blade.

If the Hound became a monk or noble knight and then said "Fuck it" and went back to his old ways.

Magic wasn’t something for the likes of him, after all. It was something for strange men and women who walked out of the wild places, for herbalists and seers, and for men like Master Grey. None of that sounded like Devin to his ears.

Yes, yes we get it Devin is an ordinary boy™. Can we please move on with the story?

He understood steel in a way that he could never understand what had happened out there in Clearwater Deep.

The writing has said that before 🙄. We get it

he liked Rodry, admired his bravery and his strength.

And his stupidity

It was so strange for Devin, sitting there with two Knights of the Spur, listening to them make fun of one another like two old comrades, rather than the heroes out of stories.

You made that point the last Devin POV chapter.

Her features were delicate, and when she laughed at something Rodry said, Devin couldn’t have imagined anything more beautiful. Something caught at his heart then, sharp and almost painful.

STOP

Lenore said, offering him her hand. Devin took it as delicately as he could, kissing her knuckles. Even that contact was electric.

🛑

Rodry didn’t seem happy, and Devin found that nor was he. He wanted to be the one dancing with Lenore, as impossible as that was.

🙄

“Let’s just say that I would rather she were marrying a good man,”

Narrator says "he" instead of "she". Another one of the narrator's mistakes not caught or edited out.

What would it be like to be the one marrying Princess Lenore? What would it be like to be the one standing there in front of a priest when the time came, declaring their mutual love for one another? Devin could feel his heart swelling at the image,

WHAT???? S T O P

They might rebel. They might kill all of them. Even so, he was willing to stand there and deny them, for Nerra’s sake.

Put aside your pride for one second man

“She bears the mark of the scale!” Earl Fontaine said. “She has the sickness!” He stepped back from her, pointing in obvious horror. “She has to die!” another noble said. “Take her and behead her!”

Obviously it isn't contagious you uneducated bigot™ or you would have it too

“The scale sickness is a danger to everyone,” a noble called out from further back in the hall. “Aye, they say those with it herald a time of death!”

Lol ok

Godwin made a mental note of which people they were. He could not act now, but he would find a way to pay them back for their part in this.

As he should 😌💅

Nerra was… broken. Everything in her felt fragmented and splinter sharp right then.

Eh you got a dragon. I'm sure you'll be fine

Lenore held her out at arm’s length. “We’ll find a way. I’m going to have you there at my wedding, you understand?”

This girl is the most dense person in this book

“We’ll find a way to help you,” Rodry agreed. “Whatever it takes.”

They're all gonna die

Godwin stood, towering over his son.

Whata bitch move.