Chapter 10

As the first ray of sunlight slipped through the seams of the tent, Drogo opened his sleepy eyes. He had only rested since the early hours, but for him, it was enough.

Drogo felt as if he had transformed into a human-shaped dragon — fire was his strength, flames his nourishment, and the raging blaze his spirit! After being tempered by several infernos, he could feel it: his skin had toughened, and his fists packed far more strength than before.

This was a good thing. For a mortal to step into the realm of miracles, Drogo had no fear — only a greater hunger for more.