Moira Gwyn

Sisters of the Moon

Prologue Norway Mid Tenth Century Drage Valley wasn’t always hospitable. First there were frost giants, clever shapechangers that ruled with frost and snow. A deep glacier covered the Valley, humans sticking to the Heights where they would be less likely to be fodder for the giants. It wasn’t until the day the ice had begun to melt, quicker than before, that the giants could no longer tend it with the mere strength of their powers. Something was finally coming and the unnatural ice began to thaw. The humans felt the heat of the dragon’s wings, whipping the air into a dry hot wind. The great ram horned lizard hovered over the valley and let out a belch of crimson flame, as well as a roar following behind the inferno. Below thousands of wingless land wyrms broke through the ice giant’s defenses forcing the creatures to retreat. The dragons brought an end to the eternal winter, the promise of spring drawing the humans down from the hills.