No Gods, No Monsters (Convergence Saga #1)

by Cadwell Turnbull

Talking ants and calm, glittering nights seem like a kind bit of magic. But all things look kind from a distance. Dragon remembers the surprise on the faces of the sacrificed when he started to cleanse them with fire, how they didn’t believe the threat until it was happening. Dragon feels the shame rise again and must fight the urge to vomit. What a horrible thing he did. What a horrible thing he was made to do. Not Dragon’s choice. Someone else’s. If he stayed, this would always be true. It is inaccurate to say Dragon thought these things. They existed not in words but in emotion, a sudden sense of wrongness that could only be approximated. The words were inadequate to the feeling. “Will you protect me?” Dragon asks the ants. “Yes,” the ants say. And with that bit of reassurance, Dragon steps through.