Welcome to the release day celebration for Legend by Nicole Conway! Fans of the Dragonrider Legacy series are sure to be excited about this next book in the series. Keep reading to learn more and enter to win a Starbucks gift card. (INT)Title: Legend (Dragonrider Legacy #3)
Author: Nicole Conway
Publication Date: May 7, 2019
In a war of gods and tyrants, the will of the dragonrider must never falter.
Captured and tortured by the brutal tyrant, Argonox, Reigh’s worst fears have now been realized. Argonox has successfully twisted his mysterious dark power for a truly evil purpose—reanimating the long-deceased legendary dragonrider, Beckah Derrick, and her monstrous king drake. But Argonox’s cruelty won’t end there, and Reigh fears the worst is yet to come. Rescue is unlikely as the Tibrans prepare to make their final strike, poised to break Maldobar’s ranks of proud dragonriders once and for all.
With many of its cities already captured by the Tibran Empire, all hope now rests with Jaevid, Princess Jenna, Phillip, and their mismatched band of dragonrider allies to lead the last stand and save their kingdom. Even in such frightful times, Jaevid may find he still has a few old friends ready to take up their weapons and stand at his side again. But facing down Beckah is perhaps the one thing that might break Jaevid’s resolve. Can he really strike down the woman he used to love in order to save the kingdom?
One final battle will decide the fate of our heroes. Can the strength dragonrider prevail once again? Or will the Tibran Empire become Maldobar’s new legacy?
JAEVID & FELIX REUNITE
The instant Jaevid’s boots hit the ground in the castle’s
grand front courtyard, one of my father’s elite guards
stepped away from the crowd and approached him. Through
the visor of my helmet, I glanced at Haldor. His hand was
clenched around his bow as he gave me a nod. This was it—
the moment of truth. Would we be received as a long-awaited
cavalry, or as unwelcomed vigilantes?
The guardsman offered Jaevid a deep bow and motioned
to the grand arched doorway at the far end of the courtyard.
“His Majesty King Felix Farrow welcomes you. Please follow
My shoulders sagged in relief. At least it seemed like we
weren’t going to be arrested right away. So far, so good.
Jaevid led the way toward the doorway, the guards falling
into formation around us so that we were flanked on all sides
like a parade march. Only a couple of them stayed behind,
most likely to guide our dragons down into the catacombs
for the night. No doubt the castle’s usual dragon housing, a
circular structure we called the Deck, was already at capacity
with so many dragonriders called here. My desire to be
anywhere other than under my father’s disappointed glare was
not a recent feeling, and I’d spent a lot of time at the Deck as
a child, secretly tucked up alongside the snoozing dragons.
But our dragons wouldn’t get to enjoy those cozy
chambers. There wouldn’t be room. Not that the catacombs
under the castle would be terrible. I was certain my father
would make sure the dragons housed down there would have
every comfort. They’d get a fresh meal of raw meat, and a
bed of soft hay to curl up on to sleep off the weariness of our
journey. Master Godfrey had been the stablemaster in charge
of looking after our horses and dragons for as long as I could
remember. He ran a tight ship, and our mounts never wanted
We had almost reached the massive set of double doors
leading into the castle. Every step made my heart race faster
until it clashed in my ears and made my fingertips go numb.
I clenched my teeth to stop them from chattering. Nearly a
year’s time hadn’t changed this place at all—although it had
changed me plenty. Too late, I realized I wasn’t ready for this.
I wanted to run, bolt back to Phevos, and make a break for …
Suddenly, the doors before us rumbled and opened wide,
groaning on their iron-wrought hinges.
Jaevid stopped. The rest of us did, too.
Felix Farrow, my father and the current King of Maldobar,
came striding out into the courtyard with a flock of men
in armor following close at his heels. Most of them I knew,
or at least recognized the distinction of their armor. They
were men of the court—High Commander Morrig, Infantry
General Craig, Duke Brinton and his son, and Vaelin, who
had taken over Kiran’s office and now represented Luntharda
as a royal ambassador.
In fact, my father was the only one not wearing his full
court armor. Dressed in a simple tunic, pants, and leather
jerkin underneath a black bear hide cloak, the only thing that
marked him as king was the simple golden circlet nestled on
his head. Even that was one of the simplest, most lackluster
crowns he owned. Not that he’d ever been all that fond of
courtly clothes, but we’d clearly caught him off guard.
When he saw us, my father stopped short. His light
brown eyes fixed on Jaevid and went wide, white brows lifting
slowly. Gods, the months had aged him. His face was creased,
somber eyes now hooded, and more of his dark golden hair
had turned silver. It hung to his shoulders in gentle waves, so
gray now it nearly matched his neatly trimmed white beard.
My stomach fluttered as he took another step. His lips
parted, and his eyes narrowed as he came closer and closer,
stopping only when he was a few feet away from Jaevid.
“You,” my father murmured quietly, his deep voice thick
with emotion. Was it anger? Sorrow? Gods, I couldn’t tell.
Jaevid was motionless, standing with his entire body
rigid. His fists clenched at his sides and his brow skewed into
an expression of withheld panic, our resident demigod didn’t
say a word. He didn’t even blink.
I held my breath. My mind raced, and it felt as though
my heart might have stopped beating altogether.
“Forty years.” My father’s face twitched, scrunching
violently. He squeezed his eyes shut and looked down,
expression contorting and chest heaving deeply. “And now
you come back.”
“Felix,” Jaevid rasped as he took a stumbling step
forward, “I … Gods, I am so sorry. Please, I-I … I couldn’t
do anything to—”
The King of Maldobar sprang forward faster than I’d
ever seen him move before. He seized Jaevid in his arms and
nearly snatched the poor man right out of his boots.
Jaevid winced, going as stiff as a dried-out corpse in
my father’s grip at first. His eyes were as round as moons
and his whole face blanched. Then, he suddenly seemed to
process what was happening. His expression crumpled, and
he hugged King Felix back fiercely.