Avi wakes in a world that smells of pine and iron, his memory erased but his body remembering blades. From a cave’s mouth the dragon-god Garjhimagni speaks a single command: find six boys touched by the Dragon Kings, unite them, and strike at the shadowed conspiracy called the Star Octave—whose leader, Tsar Drakuvor, holds the key to the stolen past.
Stepping into a moonlit forest, Avi meets Ruslan, a thin scout hollowed by loss. Ruslan’s grief becomes Avi’s first promise: to help. They turn toward the fortress town of Pskov with little more than a fragile pact, a dragon’s mission, and the sense that something far older is watching. Chapter One closes on that tension—Avi, a warrior without a past, and a world waiting to decide whether he will recover who he once was... or become someone new.
Thank you for opening this book. This story grew from images: a boy who fights as if another life thrums beneath his skin, a dragon’s shadow, and doors hidden in stone. I braid Slavic echoes with mythic threads to ask: what do we owe the past, and how do we carry a stolen self into a new world? Expect fierce fights and quieter reckonings, loyalties tested, and small mercies that matter. If a name or stray line lingers, tuck it away — it will return. Read as you please; let the pages hum. Tell me what stays with you.
— Viole of Resonating Waves
Thank you for opening this book. This story grew from images: a boy who fights as if another life thrums beneath his skin, a dragon’s shadow, and doors hidden in stone. I braid Slavic echoes with mythic threads to ask: what do we owe the past, and how do we carry a s...
