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Mechanical Dragons, Book 3


How much can you trust a stranger in a time of war?

Retreating to the Nylm Hills mountains, Khaly’s group gathers its strength while Jahallah and Bancroft’s attempts to unlock the notebook and crack the journals’ codes lead to even more frustrating puzzles.

A messenger arrives at their sanctuary with news that Tysa has fled to Aelborne where nightmarish creatures have also been sighted. Khaly has no doubt that the two are linked.

With the unexpected assistance of their new acquaintance, will Bancroft and Jahallah finally crack the cyphers of the journals? And who will stop Tysa’s monstrous creations?

The task, Khaly knows, belongs to the Resistance; she and her friends have no choice but to begin a long journey – their objective: to locate and confront the horrors that plague the continent of Aelborne, and bring Tysa down once and for all.


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Chapter One

Bancroft lay in his sweat-soaked bed, caught in a nightmare he couldn’t escape. He tried to guide his visions to find Enyana, but he continued to see a future he couldn’t interpret.

     He stood on an empty street, an army of creatures bearing down on him, their movements odd, slow, and silent. Their sunken, empty eye sockets seemed to bore right through him. He gathered the air around him and pushed it out but they continued their pursuit, unfazed by the attack.

     Bancroft stepped back, throwing his attack out again and again, making no progress. He searched the area for a weapon. Even Khaly’s wall of flames had no effect, and it only set the front row ablaze. Jahallah stood frozen on the spot, a knife clenched tightly in her fist. She stared blindly at the mass closing in on them.

     Bancroft looked to Khaly for guidance. “What do we do?” His fear threatened to choke him.

     He watched as her mouth moved, but her words were muted. She turned from him, throwing her head back, her face to the sky. Streaks of lightning flashed and slammed to the ground, striking multiple creatures. It tossed them to the side, but they would gain their feet and continue their pursuit.

     The hoard pushed them further and further down the street. Bancroft did his best to avoid any one creature’s eyes, but one seemed to home in on him, pull him in. It somehow called out to him. Its mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped its lips. He didn’t know what was worse: the desire to go to the creature, or the silence of their pursuit.

     With the amount of creatures chasing them there should have been deafening noise, instead they brought terrifying silence. The one that seemed to have him locked in a trance inched closer and closer. He continued to throw out one strike after another but nothing deterred it.

     Bancroft felt a small tug on his ear. He knew what it was but couldn’t pull himself from the nightmarish vision.

     Khaly’s flames grew higher and higher, engulfing the army, but it didn’t slow them down. The hoard began to overtake them. Several knocked Khaly down. They grabbed and tore at her face and eyes. Her silent cries of agony sent chills down his spine. Jahallah swung her knife wildly through the air, slashing several of the creatures. She rammed her knife into the hollow socket where its eye once sat. The creature overtook her, pushed her to the ground as it ripped and tore at her eyes.

     The tug came once again.

     He tried to force himself from the vision. Before he could, the creature grabbed him by the shoulders while another wrapped around his neck. He pushed and fought against his assailants, squeezing his eyes shut.

     “Bancroft,” Khaly’s voice rang in his ear. “Bancroft. Wake up.”

     Bancroft shot up out of bed. Khaly, Jahallah, and Chaith stood by, watching him. His heart raced. He feared that it would burst from his chest. His eyes darted from each person then to the tiny spirit dragon that sat next to him. Her large rose-colored eyes blinked with a knowing look.

     “What the heck were you dreaming about?” Jahallah asked.

     “I—” He patted himself down. His pajamas were soaked through, his hair matted to his head.

     “Nightmare or vision?” Chaith crossed his arms.

     “Nightmare…I hope.”

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