Fireborne (The Aurelian Cycle, #1)

by Rosaria Munda

A dragon’s comfort for a dragon’s crimes.

It’s not a long reunion, but every minute of it feels like water on parched earth.

I’ll swallow this cup. What remains to be seen is how bitter it will be going down.

Do the justifications for our choices matter to those who starve?

I look down at this boy, vulnerable, at my mercy, and think, To the ends of the earth I will protect you.