Serpent's Kiss: A Dragonfire Novel

Serpent’s Kiss

A Dragonfire Novel

by

Deborah Cooke

One spark can banish every shadow in his heart.

The dragon shape shifter Thorolf is known for an impressive lineage, raw power in battle, and the impulsive indulgence of his appetites. The last has made him an outcast from his fellow
Pyr
, and even his hunt for their dangerous opponent, the
Slayer
Chen, hasn’t helped. Seduced by Chen’s ally Viv Jason, Thorolf finds himself drawn into a trap, as bait to lure his fellow
Pyr
to extinction. The only one to come to his aid is a woman he already knows to be a thief—does he dare to trust her with not just his own life but the survival of his kind?

Chandra has planned for centuries for a battle against evil that she knows will determine the world’s future. She’s never wasted time on the pleasures of the physical realm, much less experienced passion—until the firestorm sparks between herself and Thorolf, demanding more from her than she ever expected to give. Will the firestorm provide new power, or be a dangerous distraction that gives Chen the chance to triumph over the
Pyr
forever?

Dear Reader;

I’ve always had a soft spot for Thorolf, the big passionate dragon of the
Pyr
. It’s true that he’ll do pretty much anything for a couple of steaks grilled rare or the attention of a cute waitress, but when it comes down to it, Thorolf always comes through for his fellow
Pyr
. I had a lot of questions about Thorolf that had to be resolved in his firestorm, including the reasons why he was so easy to underestimate. I knew that Erik, the leader of the
Pyr
, knew more about Thorolf’s past or heritage (remember that Erik recognized Thorolf on sight and challenged him immediately) and had to figure out what it was. I had to wonder whether Thorolf was really as irresponsible as he tried to appear, or whether there was more to his story. (You can guess the answer to that.)

I was also intrigued by Chandra, the woman who pretended not only to be a boy but a thief, and who was tracking Viv Jason. She definitely had a secret, if not more than one, and I was as determined as Thorolf to find out more. I really enjoyed how the firestorm—and Thorolf—awakened new feelings in Chandra and showed her a side to living that she hadn’t experienced in her many years of life. In my mind, these two balance each other very well: Chandra bringing Thorolf’s innate responsibility to the fore, and Thorolf teaching his destined mate the benefits of play and pleasure.

When we last left Thorolf, he was enthralled with Viv Jason, unaware that she was deliberately distracting him from his quest to destroy the
Slayer
Chen. In the Dragon Legion Collection of novellas, the root of Viv’s quest for vengeance was revealed and the final restriction against it was removed. Having Viv in action and Chen seeking domination meant it was time for Thorolf to show his stuff. I ensured that the happy resolution of his firestorm didn’t come easily to him, because I knew he’d need a big push to move beyond his past. I loved the fact that his loyalty would be misdirected, potentially in the most dangerous way. It’s not a spoiler to tell you here that during his firestorm and the challenges that result, Thorolf comes through again, and does so with flying colors.

He’s just the kind of
Pyr
you really might want to have defending your back.

There is some bonus content in this edition, including a guide to the next generation of the
Pyr
. Many firestorms mean a lot of sons, so this list includes all the ones born to date. The same list is on my website and will be amended there as the series continues.

There’s also an excerpt here from Sloane’s book, which will be called
Firestorm Forever
and will be published later this year. Sloane’s is the last title in the Dragonfire series, and takes place at the end of the Dragon’s Tail Wars. There will be more dragon shifters from me, though, and we’ll probably revisit our favorite
Pyr
in other linked series, but this cycle will come to its resolution with Sloane’s book. I’m looking forward to going back into the past with my dragon shifters and also to move into the future with the younger generation. Stay tuned for more
Pyr
adventures!

And now I’ll step aside and let you get to the firestorm. I hope you enjoy reading Chandra and Thorolf’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Until next time!

All my best—

Deborah

Serpent’s Kiss

by Deborah Cooke

A Dragonfire Novel

Digital Edition

Published by Deborah A. Cooke

ISBN: 978-1-927477-38-0

Cover by Frauke Spanuth at CrocoDesigns.

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Prologue

Chicago—June 15, 2012

Erik checked the perimeter of his lair, ensuring that his dragonsmoke barrier was woven thick and deep. It was late at night, or early in the morning, depending upon how he looked at it. Zöe had been put to bed hours before and even Eileen had fallen asleep. Drake had departed with the new
Pyr
a week before, revitalized by the opportunity to train a new company of dragon shifters.

Erik had spent the week trying to avoid a sense of pending doom. He couldn’t scry the future or see anything beyond the present moment, but he’d had a persistent sense of trouble brewing.

Maybe it was that footage of Jorge appearing, then disappearing, in Seattle. What had the
Slayer
been carrying? It had looked like a severed arm, one that was still bleeding. Erik hadn’t thought much of Jorge shaking blood over the gathering crowd, not then, but today’s news had changed that.

People were becoming sick in Seattle. Very sick. There was a hum of panic building as doctors and hospitals noticed the connections between sudden illnesses and deaths. They hadn’t used the word epidemic yet, but the first hospital had put itself into quarantine. They’d already realized that most of the victims had been at the scene of Jorge’s appearance.

It was only a matter of time before dragons were blamed.

Erik shivered, remembering the old hunts that had driven his kind into hiding and claimed so many
Pyr
he’d known and loved. Surely it couldn’t happen again.

Surely his suspicions were unfounded.

The loft was still, despite Erik’s restlessness. He stood at the window and watched the moon ride high overhead, listening to the pulses and breathing of his partner and child. He heard the resonance of his dragonsmoke and felt its icy glitter. The blaze in his mind had quieted, perhaps because he no longer feared it.

The numbers of the
Pyr
had swollen, virtually overnight, thanks to the darkfire crystal and its ability to make reality out of possibilities. The stone itself remained dark—he had checked it again after Drake’s departure—and he sensed that it would always be so. Its task was completed.

His, unfortunately, was not.

Erik knew he should feel optimistic instead of worried. What could he do? If Jorge had a plan, was it possible that the other
Slayers
knew of it? He’d never been able to determine how much they communicated with each other, and their alliances shifted like the wind.

Confident that his barriers were robust and his family safe, Erik left the loft and went to the apartment he’d acquired directly below. There the
Slayer
JP was imprisoned, confined by a barrier of dragonsmoke breathed by Erik and buttressed by every
Pyr
who had come to visit since JP’s capture.

Erik felt a little bit sorry for the other dragon shifter. JP had been branded by Chen, claimed by that old
Slayer
and held captive by his more ancient magic. JP had raved and fought when he’d first been captured by the
Pyr
, venting about injustice and plots. Erik had hoped to learn something about Chen from JP, but the
Slayer
was too incoherent to provide any information of use. Then he’d collapsed into a deep slumber, dozing in his dragon form and seldom awakening.

Chen’s sorcery seemed to be killing him. JP’s scales were thinner each time Erik visited him. He wasn’t sure when the other dragon shifter ate, but he didn’t consume much. JP’s breathing was becoming shallower and his pulse slower. Worse, the fight had gone out of him. It was such an unnatural state for a dragon shifter that Erik assumed JP would soon die.

It was such a waste. He could never understand why a
Pyr
would turn
Slayer
in the first place, never mind why Chen would enchant another
Slayer
just to let him fade away.

Erik unlocked the door to the apartment where JP was captive, fearing as he did each time that he would make a gruesome discovery. He passed through the cold shimmer of the dragonsmoke, only to find the apartment in darkness. The drapes were drawn but the apartment was unnaturally dark, given the brightness of the full moon. The light should have crept into the room somehow, as well as the illumination from the city itself.

Erik smelled brimstone.

It was a warning.

He slammed the door and shifted shape immediately, but even at his fastest speed, he was too slow. A plume of flame lit the middle of the main room. It was breathed by a young Asian man dressed in leather, a man with malice and violence in his eyes.

Chen, in one of his human guises. He could breathe fire in human form. It was remarkable how easily Chen seemed to do it, but Erik would save his admiration for another time.

Erik leapt at Chen, talons bared, but the
Slayer
laughed. He grabbed the inert JP by the scruff of his neck, waved to Erik, then they both disappeared before Erik reached them.

Erik landed hard on the bare floor, but his prey was gone. Chen had used his power to spontaneously manifest in another location to bypass the dragonsmoke barrier and collect his prey.

Why did he want JP?

What would he do to him?

What else had the darkfire changed? Erik closed his eyes and checked the connections in his mind, following each conduit to one of the
Pyr
. It took him longer, with the influx of new dragon shifters, but he soon realized that one was missing.

Thorolf.

Erik had been angry with Thorolf for revealing himself to humans. There was even a YouTube video of Thorolf shifting shape in Washington, one that was impressive in its popularity. Thorolf was all impulse and powerful energy, but he spent himself in indulgence. That he made such foolish choices was in direct contrast to his impressive lineage. If Thorolf focused, or even tried to hone his skills, he could have become one of Erik’s most reliable
Pyr
. He could have replaced Erik as leader. But he didn’t try and he didn’t seem to care, and when he had vowed to go to Asia to hunt down Chen, Erik had let him go in disgust. He’d been sure that it would be good for Thorolf—maybe a rude awakening—to be ostracized by his fellow
Pyr
. He’d been sure nothing would come of the entire quest, that Thorolf would find a woman somewhere and spend a few months exploring her charms.