It would have been so easy to forget everything that had happened, find a quiet, out of the way place to go and live and enjoy life just as it was, but for Pree and Farthing that is simply not an option.
When they return to The Prelates, idealism flowing through their veins, they find themselves embroiled in a war that will span a continent.
In the sequel to Dirt, the truth behind the ambitions of Tekkinmod and the people in the far west are revealed and Johnson Farthing will rely on the knowledge and friendship of incredible people, humans and dragons, as he and Pree build an army.
Through the blood and terror of war, this is still a tale of the heart; a story of passion, love, and the strength found in bonds of friendship.
“I don’t know what you are up to, magician, but I take exception to my island being used as the base for one of your wild political missions.” Bren-Diath sat in one of the small sunken seating areas of the Catre Sarad, halfway up Taken Mountain in front of the Neuath.
“It is not strictly speaking your island, Bren-Diath; actually not your island at all! The mountain is claimed by just about everyone and dragons don’t even go down to the town.”
“It is too small and quaint; I wouldn’t fit.”
“That is not the reason, old man!”
“Last I checked you were older than me, and I am not a man, Eafa of Tepid Lakes.”
“Well, you look your age.” Weasel frowned. This conversation had been repeated in one way or another for a week, though on the upside, at least the huge ice dragon had stopped referring to Weasel in any dietary context, not that dragons actually ate humans. Bren-Diath stretched and looked around the vast Cartre Sarad, the Place of Speech that was cut into the side of the mountain. It was busier than it had been for centuries, mostly because of an influx of Sea Dragons from Bind in the last couple of months looking for new places to live.