Dragon Of Ice And Snow – HM Clarke

Minis knows how to vanish in the night. Moments later, the wind shifted. The evening stars seemed to tremble. From the horizon, a shadow emerged, vast, sleek, and silent. The dragon that came into view was black as obsidian, his scales drinking in the light. His wings moved with predatory grace, each beat stirring the air like the sweep of a blade.

Minis. He landed in a crouch upon the narrow plateau, talons scraping against the stone, and folded his wings with the precision of a seasoned killer. The mountain shook faintly beneath his weight. His eyes, a deep, burning amber, glowed with quiet intelligence. A moment later, his rider dismounted. Falon Reese, clad in the dark leathers of the Guild, moved with the wary caution of a man who knew death could be listening.

His hair was the color of ash and his face was drawn with fatigue, but his eyes, sharp, gray, calculating, were very much alive. For a long moment, the two men simply faced each other, the space between them heavy with the weight of what they risked. Then Coinn spoke. “You came.” Falon’s lips twitched in a faint, humorless smile. “You didn’t make it easy to find you, old friend.” “I couldn’t afford to.”

“Neither could I,” Falon said quietly. They clasped forearms, not as comrades of the same cause, but as warriors bound by the same bloodied past. Behind them, Casur and Minis regarded one another in silence, the air vibrating faintly with the deep, wordless language of dragons. For a time, the wind filled the silence. Falon turned his gaze toward the horizon, where the faint glow of the setting sun could just be seen beyond the far ridges. “It’s been years since I last saw those peaks,” he murmured.

“Years since I stood without chains around my wings.” Coinn followed his gaze.

Copyright © H. M. Clarke 2026 All rights reserved; no part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner. First published in The United States of America in 2026 HMC Press, Dayton, Ohio. The moral rights of the author have been asserted OceanofPDF.com Contents Dedication 1. Chapter 1 2.

Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24.

Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 32. Chapter 32 33. Chapter 33 34. Chapter 34 35. Chapter 35 36. Chapter 36 37. Chapter 37 38. Chapter 38 39. Chapter 39 40. Chapter 40 41. Chapter 41 42. Chapter 42 43.

Chapter 43 44. Chapter 44 45. Chapter 45 Also by H.M. Clarke About the Author OceanofPDF.com As always, this book is dedicated to my two beautiful children, Keith and Ariadne. And to my dad – Jeffrey Carrington Clarke – who passed away just before Thanksgiving 2025. OceanofPDF.com T Chapter One HE STARS WERE FADING when Asher woke her.

Ny Keena, came his voice, a soft rumble through the veil of dreams. Wake up. Ny Keena stirred beneath the furs, the pale chill of morning brushing her cheeks. For a long heartbeat, she kept her eyes closed, listening. To the sighing wind that moved through the mountain crevices, the faint rush of water somewhere below, and above it all, the steady pulse of something vast and alive: Asher’s breath.

She blinked herself awake to find him there, crouched outside her open window, his great blue form haloed in the first breath of dawn. Mist rose from the Caldera floor, curling around his talons and coiling up his neck like ribbons of smoke. His eyes, twin suns of molten light, watched her with quiet yearning. “You’re early,” she murmured, sitting up and pulling her cloak around her shoulders and pulling on her boots.

The air was cold enough to bite. Her breath hung in clouds between them. I couldn’t sleep, Asher said. I went to see my mother. The weight of those words fell heavy between them.

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