Wicked Bodies

I should be dead.

When I was five, the great dragon Ramidion sent an assassin to slaughter me. The gods blessed me that day, but my handmaid was not so lucky. She died so I could live.

When I was eight, Emperor Paraphal attacked my home with five thousand men and six dragons. The great dragon Ewig held them off while we escaped into the mountains, nearly sacrificing himself in the process.

Two years ago, they found us again, and my mother died saving my life. After that, I vowed that nobody wo...