Fire of Stars and Dragons by Melissa Petreshock

Well, the best place to start tends to be the beginning. Now for the ever daunting task of deciding where to begin this review. I am so glad that I found Colin Heintze! This will definitely not be the last of his books that I read. Amidst the violence and intrigue, Syphax alone asks, 'What really happened to the King?' The deeper Syphax digs, the more he realizes these events are connected to others dating back to the founding of his father's dynasty. He will die the true death, sparking a succession crisis that throws the noble families into chaos. He does not know that, unlike every lord before him, he will not return to rule alongside his ancestors. But, after answering a summons to the Palace – a sprawling, ever-expanding repository for Ingerval's ghosts – he finds himself at the heart of a dynastic struggle centuries in the making.įunerals are happy occasions in Ingerval, and the King is planning for his to be the most decadent in the country's long memory. He is content to live out a contemplative life free from the scourges of power and politics that infatuate his peers. All but one.Īs the youngest son of the King's third wife, Syphax never thought he would amount to anything.

To enjoy a brief life of pleasure and plenty, followed by an eternity of reigning from beyond the grave, is the fate of all Ingerval lords. No one remembers why Ingerval nobles return as ghosts after their deaths. Despised by the wider world, blighted by history, since the beginning of time it has honored one law: the Dead rule, and the Living submit. I received an eARC from the publisher in return for an honest and unbiased review. Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural, Historical, Mystery “Christine, do you believe in werewolves?”

“No, it won’t.” Tears started filling her eyes. “Okay,” she said, as if warming herself up for our talk. She took my glass and downed the rest of it in one chug. She wanted to talk about it, but she was too afraid to. She’d run away and hide and hoped I’d forget about it. “Just drink mine.” Don’t think I’m letting you back in the kitchen that easily. “I think I’m going to need more wine for this.”

“You won’t believe me,” she repeated, using the same phrase she used when we were putting food away. Her eyes were wide with fright and the rigidity told me something else was going on with her. “I used to think so.” Sara turned around and looked back at me. I wanted her to be the one who talked first, if only because I didn’t want to prod her too much if she was traumatized by whatever this was.īut if she was going to try to weasel her way out of talking to me, she had another thing coming. When the sliding door locked, I turned my gaze onto Sara and watched her, waiting for her to bring up her story.

Fire of Stars and Dragons by Melissa Petreshock