Mistress of Dragons

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As Anne McCaffrey is to science fiction, Margaret Weis is to fantasy . . . for she is the genre's

Mistress of Dragons

Mistress of Dragons is the first volume in an epic fantasy trilogy entitled The Dragonvald. Here is a world where men and dragons coexist amid political intrigue and dark magic, where the uneasy balance of power between the

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As Anne McCaffrey is to science fiction, Margaret Weis is to fantasy . . . for she is the genre's

Mistress of Dragons

Mistress of Dragons is the first volume in an epic fantasy trilogy entitled The Dragonvald. Here is a world where men and dragons coexist amid political intrigue and dark magic, where the uneasy balance of power between the two is on the verge of becoming undone, threatening to unleash waves of destruction that will pit humans against humans as well as dragons against men for the domination of the world. Humanity's very survival is at risk . . . .

The power to hold the chaos at bay, the terrible secret that maintains the balance, rests in the hands of a new and inexperienced

Mistress of Dragons

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The publication of Mistress of Dragons marks a milestone in the fantasy publishing world. It's the first true fantasy written solely by Margaret Weis without her writing partner, Tracy Hickman, who coauthored bestselling series like Dragonlance and Death's Gate Cycle.

Weis's new world of Dragonvald is a wild medieval realm populated by humans and secretly ruled by godlike dragons. The winged overlords even have their own governing body, the Parliament of Dragons, where events concerning dragons are discussed and policies decided. But dragon sightings are rare, and many humans don't even believe they exist -- except in Seth, an isolated mountain kingdom where the Mistress of Dragons is the true ruler. The Mistress heads a cultlike female monastery called the Temple of the Watchful Eye, where women are trained as fierce warriors or magic-wielding priestesses. The monastery's main mission is the defense of Seth against dragons. Although the last dragon attack was more than 20 years ago, the Amazonian warriors still train, and the priestesses still practice their powerful, arcane magic.

Melisande is the High Priestess, next in line to be Mistress of Dragons. The current Mistress is old and sickly, and it's only a matter of time until Melisande takes over the order. Life in the monastery is close to idyllic for Melisande and her lover, a woman named Bellona, who is commander of the warriors. But there is a whole world outside the isolated kingdom of Seth, one filled with humans and dragons alike who have conflicting ideas about the female monastery and its true purpose. Paul Goat Allen

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Mistress of Dragons

By Margaret Weis

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Copyright © 2003 Margaret Weis
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-1518-2


EVERY MORNING, BEFORE THE SUN ROSE TO GILD THE white marble columns of the monastery with flecks of gold, the High Priestess went to the Chamber of the Watchful Eye to perform the Rite of Seeing. She alone could conduct the ancient ritual — that was her duty, her privilege.

As the other priestesses murmured morning prayers in their cells, Melisande, the High Priestess, walked the chill, dark pathways that led from the monastery proper to the small temple where she would perform the rite. Built out on a promontory overlooking the valley and the city below, the Chamber of the Watchful Eye was circular in shape, constructed of black marble, its domed roof supported by black marble columns. The temple had no walls. Standing within its columns, Melisande could look out to the fir and cedar and hemlock trees that formed a natural wall around the monastery.

Another wall — this one of stone, man-made — surrounded the monastery, its extensive grounds, and outbuildings. The Chamber of the Watchful Eye lay outside this wall. Melisande let herself out through a wicket gate every morning to perform the ceremony. Female warriors atop the wall kept close watch on their priestess, prepared to hasten to her defense, should that be needful.

The temple housed one sacred object — an enormous, white marble bowl. Inside the bowl, lapis lazuli had been inlaid into the marble to form the iris of an Eye. The Eye's pupil, in the very center of the bowl, was jet. Every day at noon, the youngest acolytes, virgins in both mind and body, came to wash and polish the marble Eye. Every dawn, before the sunrise, the High Priestess came to see what the Eye saw.

Though the sun's dawn colors smeared the eastern sky with pink, those colors had not yet driven away night's shadows that clustered thick and heavy, tangled in the boughs of the fir trees. Melisande brought no lamp with her, however, but walked the path in darkness. She had no need for lamplight. She had walked this path every morning for the past ten years, ever since she was eighteen. She knew every crack in the flagstone, every dip and rise of the hillside, every twist and turning of the ridge along which the path led. When she stepped out of the shadow and into the fading starlight, she was close to the temple. Four more steps along the path, round a small coppice of pine, and she could see it silhouetted against the gradually lightening sky.

Melisande wore her ceremonial gown, put on in the morning to perform the ritual and removed on her return, to be smoothed and neatly folded and laid at the bottom of the bed in her small cell, in readiness for the morrow. Handwoven of angora yarn, the gown was dyed black, then dipped in purple. Melisande was one with the night when she wore the gown, another reason she preferred not to carry a light. When she removed the sumptuous gown every day, exchanging it for her daily garb, she shed the sacred mysteries of the night and took on the mundane chores of the day.

Arriving at the temple, Melisande slipped her feet out of the leather sandals before entering. The marble was cold, but she had grown used to treading on it barefoot, even enjoying the thrill that went through her body as her flesh touched the chill stone. Whispering prayers, she ascended the three steps that led to the dais on which stood the Eye. Melisande knelt before the bowl, said the ritual prayer, then lifted up the flagon of holy water that rested on the floor beside the Eye.

She poured the water into the bowl. The blue iris shimmered in the expanding light of the dawn. The Eye shimmered with unshed tears.

Melisande waited until the ripples ceased, the water was still and smooth, to say the ritual words, taught to her by the Mistress of Dragons on the day Melisande had been named High Priestess.

"Open wide, you that guard our realm, and let my eye see what you see."

Every morning for ten years, Melisande had looked into the lapis lazuli iris and every morning she had seen what the Eye saw: the valley in which nestled their realm; the mountains that surrounded and guarded and sheltered it; the city of Seth at the northern end of the valley; the farmlands that surrounded and supported it; the castle of the king built in the foothills of the mountain; and ruling over all, the monastery of the Sacred Order of the Eye, perched atop the mountain known as the Sentinel.

This morning, Melisande saw all that and more.

She saw the dragon.

Melisande gasped, stared in disbelief. Though the daily ritual was designed to keep watch for dragons, she herself had never seen one. Twenty years had passed since the previous High Priestess had looked into the bowl and seen eight dragons descending on the valley. Melisande recalled that event clearly. She had been eight years old at the time and she could still recall the thrilling terror and excitement as the warriors carried all the little girls to the catacombs beneath the monastery, to keep them safe and out of the way.

The other girls had been in tears. Melisande had not cried. She had crouched in that whimpering, stifling darkness, feeling the ground shake from the powerful forces being unleashed above, and in her mind she was in the Sanctuary of the Eye, alongside the sisters, using her magic to drive away the ferocious beasts bent on destruction. She had not been formally taught the magic; her instruction in that would not begin until she was twelve. But she knew the words from listening to the sisters' daily chants and she had repeated them then, whispering them to herself. The colors of the magic spread in vibrant sheets across her mind — luminous reds and flaring orange, meant to dazzle and confuse the dragons, lure them into range of spear and arrow, or send them crashing into the mountainside.

The battle of the Sacred Order against the invading dragons had been hard fought. Eventually, the powerful magicks of the Mistress and her priestesses and the arrows and spears of the warriors had driven the dragons away from Seth. Emerging from the catacombs that night, Melisande saw splotches of gore being cleansed from the flagstones. Reaching down, she dipped her fingers in it — dragon's blood.

Melisande placed her hands on the rim of the stone bowl, stared into the center. The Eye vanished. The blue iris was blue sky, clear and cloudless. The dragon's green scales glittered in the newly risen sun; the eyes, set on either side of the massive head, seemed to look straight at her, though Melisande knew that this was a trick of the Eye. The dragon was still far distant. He could see the mountains of Seth, perhaps, but nothing more. Not yet.

Melisande sat back on her heels and drew in a deep breath to stop herself from trembling. She was not afraid, for there was nothing to fear. The trembling came from the shock of seeing what she had not expected to see. Rising swiftly, she left the temple, running back up the narrow, flagstone path that led to the monastery. As she ran, she went over in her mind what she must do. There were many actions to be performed and she could not do all of them at once. She had to prioritize, determine the order of importance of each, and this she did as she hastened up the path.

Reaching the gray stone wall that surrounded the monastery, Melisande drew forth the iron key that hung from a silken cord around her waist and used it to open the lock in the wicket gate. She was pleased to see that she had so far disciplined herself that she had stopped trembling. She opened the gate with a steady hand, shut it behind her, and ran through the garden. She could hear a stir on the battlements.

The warriors had been standing guard all night. Their shift was almost over and they yawned as they walked their beat, looking forward to a meal and then their beds. The astonishing sight of their normally dignified High Priestess running barefoot through the wicket gate (she had forgotten her shoes), startled them into wakefulness. An officer called down to her, demanding to know what was wrong, but Melisande did not take time to answer.

She did not enter the monastery. She continued at a run through the garden that completely encircled the four white marble buildings and passed through another iron gate that led to the barracks — a large block house made of the same gray stone as the protective wall that surrounded the monastery. The flagstone path between the monastery and the barracks had been worn smooth by centuries of booted feet. Reaching the barracks, Melisande pushed open the huge wooden doors, and entered into darkness that smelled of leather and steel and the almond oil the women rubbed onto their bodies. Bellona, as commander, was the only warrior to have a private chamber, located in the front of the barracks, so that she could be wakened quickly at need.

The room was small, square, furnished with a wooden bed on which was laid a goose-down mattress. The mattress was a present from Melisande; warriors usually made do with straw. Bellona's polished steel cuirass and helm had been hung neatly on a wooden stand near the bed, her sword and shield placed alongside. A table and two chairs beneath a slit window were so placed as to catch the first rays of the sun.

Bellona was still asleep. She would not waken until the bells rang the end of night, the beginning of the day. She lay on her back, her head turned sideways, her dark hair mussed and tousled. A restless sleeper, she had kicked off the light woolen blanket that had also been a present from Melisande. As usual, the blanket had slithered to the floor. Bellona slept naked, for at any moment the alarm might sound and she must be up and armed and armored.

"Bellona," Melisande called softly from the doorway. She entered the room, shut the door carefully behind her. She had not wanted to startle Bellona, but the timber of her voice must have given her away.

Bellona jolted awake, sat bolt upright, her hand already reaching for her sword. "Melisande? What is it? What is the matter?"

Drawn to strength, drawn to warmth, Melisande sank down on the bed beside the warrior, who regarded her with concern that was starting to deepen into alarm.

"By the rod, you are shivering!" Bellona put her arm around Melisande, held her close. "And your feet! They're bleeding. Where are your shoes?"

"Never mind my shoes. Bellona," — Melisande drew back to look into the woman's dark eyes — "a dragon is coming. I saw it."

"Melis!" Bellona gasped, gripping her arm tensely. "Are you certain?"

"I am," said Melisande firmly.

"Have you told the Mistress?"

"No, I came to tell you first. I knew you would need time to ready your defense."

Bellona smiled, her dark eyes warmed. "I thank you for thinking of us. Not many of your sisters would have."

"None of my sisters have been instructed by the commander," Melisande answered. She slid reluctantly from the warrior's warm, strong, and reassuring embrace. "I must rouse the Sisterhood, then go to the Mistress."

"Tell her we will be ready," said Bellona, reaching for her armor.

"You must make certain that the little girls are safely removed to the catacombs," said Melisande, still feeling close to those memories.

Bellona nodded absently, her thoughts on all she needed to do. "You can count upon me, Melis."

"I do," said Melisande, squeezing her hand. "Always."

The two exchanged a parting kiss.

"Should I send a messenger to the king?" Melisande asked, turning back as she reached the door. "I hate to disturb him. His youngest child is ill, they say, and not doing well. Both he and the queen are frantic with worry."

"His Majesty should be informed, nevertheless. I will send a runner," said Bellona, lacing up her boots.

"Reassure His Majesty that he need not be concerned," Melisande said. "We are well prepared to deal with the dragon."

"Of course," said Bellona, matter-of-factly.

"I will not ring the great gong, though," Melisande continued, thinking aloud. "Not unless something goes wrong. The people in the valley will still have time to flee if we fail."

"Nothing will go wrong," said Bellona, standing up. "You will not fail."

Her brown-skinned body was all muscle, lithe and powerful, with small, tight breasts. Her body differed from Melisande's, whose was soft and delicate, with the pale skin of one who spends her days inside walls among her books, working her mind, not her muscles.

"You and the Mistress hold us in your care, Melis," Bellona added. "Our trust is in you."

Hastening off to summon the Sisterhood and wake the Mistress, Melisande wished she had as much confidence in herself as her lover had in her.

The kingdom of Seth, in the valley of Seth, was nominally a monarchy, ruled by either a king or queen, as determined by the sex of the eldest child born to the ruling family. The monarch was nothing more than a figurehead, however, someone for the crowds to cheer on festival days. The Mistress of Dragons was the true ruler of Seth and had been for three hundred years. Everyone knew and acknowledged this fact, including the monarch.

Three hundred years ago, the kingdom of Seth had been held in thrall by a dragon, who had taken up residence in the Sentinel Mountain. The dragon had repeatedly attacked the kingdom, stealing livestock, setting crops ablaze, slaying or carrying off to her lair any person unfortunate enough to be caught out in the open. Hundreds fell victim to the marauder. Hundreds more fled the kingdom, traveling to distant lands. Seth came perilously close to being wiped out of existence. Then came a savior.

One of the festivals still celebrated in Seth commemorates that blessed event. The townsfolk construct a dragon in effigy and carry the huge wooden monstrosity through the streets, accompanied by players dressed in black wearing skull masks, to represent the dead. At the end of the festival, a player clad in white, with the golden mask of the sun, fights the dragon in a mock battle. The figure in white is the Mistress. She destroys the dragon, using a golden sword. The effigy is then burned in a huge bonfire in the middle of the fairgrounds to great rejoicing.

This was symbolic of the event. In reality, the Mistress fought the dragon in a less dramatic but more effective manner, using magic to drive away her foe. The dragon was vanquished, never seen again. The grateful citizens offered the Mistress the wealth of the kingdom. They offered her the kingdom itself, but she refused.

She would not become their king. She would become their goddess. She built a temple on the mountainside and placed inside it the stone bowl known as the Watchful Eye. She asked for nine maidens, virgins all, to volunteer to serve in the temple and learn the art of dragon magic, so that when the Mistress died, she would leave another to keep the kingdom safe.

Down through the centuries, many women assumed the mantle of Mistress, ascended to godhood. The monastery grew in size and in power, so that now twenty-five women, sixteen of whom were virgins, served in the temple. The most senior of the Sisters of the Eye, as they were known, was the High Priestess, the woman responsible for keeping watch for the ancient foe. When the Mistress died, the High Priestess would assume that position.

Her services were still needed. Several times, over the years, the kingdom of Seth was attacked by dragons. The worst assault had been twenty years ago, when eighteen enormous dragons had laid siege to the monastery itself. The battle against them had been fierce. Many of the Sisterhood had died, as had many of the valiant warriors. Dragon blood fell from the skies on that day and so it was known in the annals of history as the Day of Black Rain.

In the end, the dragons were repelled. Never again had the dragons attacked in such numbers, but, every so often, one or two would appear.

"They come to see if we maintain our vigilance," said the Mistress.

The vigilance of the sisters never faltered. The people of Seth lived in peace and prosperity in their isolated valley, looking to the Sisterhood to guard them.

Ten years ago, the Mistress of Dragons had chosen Melisande to be High Priestess. At eighteen, Melisande was the youngest to be selected for the honor, but few disputed the fact that she deserved it, for she was reputed to be the most powerful in dragon magic of any woman yet born in the monastery. The current Mistress was very old, nearly seventy, and in poor health. Melisande was aware that the mantle of godhood could fall upon her at any moment and she strove always to be worthy of the honor.

This day would see if the Mistress's faith in her protégé was justified.

The monastery proper, consisting of four buildings, was built in a square around a central courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard stood two gongs — one enormous gong made of iron and another, smaller gong made of silver. If the iron gong were sounded, the deep booming call would be heard in the city far below and in the farms and forests beyond that, warning the people of Seth that they were under attack, giving them time to flee for their lives into the caverns in the mountains. The other gong was smaller and made of silver. This gong alerted the Sisterhood to the coming of their foe.


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Mistress of Dragons 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever must read i read it twicr and it still didn't get old.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Heart wrenching
Guest More than 1 year ago
weis does it again... less heros in the plot than chronicles... the author took the length of this book to dive into the hero's personalities... twist and turned the plot to keep the reader guessing the out come and finished with a bang...what's gonna happen in the next book...???... having a little over threehundred pages... i wish it was longer for the price$$$... i'll be buying the next in this trilogy... 'keep yer head towards the skies,and someday the dragons will return.' - dan
Guest More than 1 year ago
I purchase a great many bargain books especially when they begin a series. This book I found remarkable. There is some violence which I would prefer not be there but the story and relationships are very interesting. All in all I do recommend this book and the two books that follow simply because the story line is good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoy reading all genres of books including fantasy fiction. I picked this book because I had never read one of Weis's books and she is a popular choice among fantasy fiction readers. Weis writes well but this title is for adults. I mention this because I know sometimes she writes for juvenile/young adults. There are subtle hints of lesbianism and rape in MISTRESS OF DRAGONS but these events only take up a paragraph here and there, nothing that involves pages of detail. The society and world Weis has created is interesting. Dragons are intelligent with powerful dragon magic and they try to stay away from humans. However, the story centers around a dragon who breaks the dragon laws and creates a secret society where humans don't realize they are being used. MISTRESS OF DRAGONS is book one of a new series. A. D. Tarbox, author of ALREADY ASLEEP (Oct. 2006)
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book had me hooked, I finished it in 5 days. I simply could not put it down, I was minutely dissapointed in the end, however I desperately need the next 2 installments. Margaret is awesome, keep writing sweetheart. I hope when I am finished writing my fantasy novel it will be half as good as this was.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ok ya'll know me I LOVE my books. Now when I say something about books I know what I'm talking about, so pay attention: THIS BOOK IS GREAT!!! I read it once, stoped thought, read it again and got more that I missed the first time. I'm an avid fan of Weis but this is one of her best. I know that the next one's gana be great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Mistress of Dragons is a solid effort by a master of the genre. Fantasy fans looking for an entertaining and quick paced story will not be disappointed. Weis includes enough novelty and plot twits to keep readers interested to the very end. Judging from the first installment, the Dragonvarld trilogy will be a successful debut for Weis as a solo author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have never read any of Margaret's books. This book was good no dougbt about it. I think it builds the story line the way a book should. Not to much detail wasted, but enough thrown in to keep you going in the story. The book is well written, giving you enough to stay focused on. I would read the book if I were you. I think it's a great story that keeps you guessing. I have just read the second book, The Dragon's Son, and it too is a great book, even better then the first.
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Very excellent beginning for a series, I just hope Maragret keeps the pace. The characters are very well written, on par with both Mercedes Lackey and Anne Bishop.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my first experience reading M. Weis and I can tell you it will not be the last. Dragons seem to be the 'in' thing this year. The book is a little slow in the beginning, but gradually gains momentum. Great characters from Melisande, Edward, and Draconas. Nice twist and turns are throughout the story. The Ending will definitely leave you wanting to get to the next book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Gigi Marceau-Clarke invests her reading of this engrossing fantasy with an other worldly charm and suspenseful pacing that makes for compelling listening. The first in a planned epic trilogy, Mistress of Dragons pits dragons against humans for control of the world. According to the laws of the Parliament of Dragons, it is verboten for a dragon to kill a human being and dragons must refrain from any traffic in humanity's daily doings. As we all know, there are always those who disobey laws. In this case, the evil dragon not only doesn't abide by law but entertains grandiose ideas of conquering the world. Can his vicious plotting be curbed by a Mistress of Dragons who has had little experience in such matters? Award winning author Margaret Weis (Dragonlance, Darksword and Death Gate) well knows her subject, and presents her imaginative tale filled to the brim with legerdemain and dark doings. A treat for fantasy aficionados!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book and it was great. It kept me interested and wanting more. I recommend this book to everyone. I can't wait for the 2nd and 3rd.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Best book this year!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved all of Margaret Weis's Dragonlance books, but this one truly falls under the category of one of her lesser sought after titles. It has a good character outline, however the story line could have been worked on a little bit, but i suppose like all of the dragonlance books, this is a title that falls more under the true 'fantasy' titles. My favorite fantasy titles are the sword of truth series, mainly because its alot easier to relate to them as in a real life situation, however the titles by margaret weis, although inventive, almost seem to have to many situations that are difficult to place yourself in, to difficult to really 'feel' the story, now i like i said i loved the dragonlance novels, but this one i could say i would should have read a chapter or two in the store, instead of going for just the author's name.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Dragons rule much of the world though they do so secretly with human props serving as monarchs and much of the enslaved race unaware of their existence. Perhaps the only exception is the isolated mountainous matriarchal nation of Seth where the Mistress of Dragons rules. The current Mistress is near death and her chosen replacement Melisande waits her turn to rule the nation and keep its people safe from dragons, last spotted two decades ago. Melisande will do her duty, but prefers her current lifestyle in the amazonian monastery living with her lover.

However, King Edward of Idlswylde turns to Draconas for help with a dragon causing death and destruction. Draconas advises the monarch that his only hope reside among the amazons in Seth and he will personally go there. However, Draconas, a dragon in human garb, has his own agenda using Edward as a pawn so he can complete his mission as a member of the ruling Parliament of Dragons to find the law breaking renegade. When Melisande and Draconas meet, the world will never be the same.

MISTRESS OF DRAGONS is an exciting opening tale that demonstrates Margaret Weis¿ abilities to make a world governed mostly by dragons seem real. The story line is fast-paced, loaded with action, and filled with strong charcaters of both genders. Several twists add to the fun of a soaring sword and sorcery fantasy.

Harriet Klausner

Guest More than 1 year ago
The book had no plot, the characters were the only element that got me through it. Nothing got accomplished, no issues were resolved. And it was a little on the nasty side.