Page 56 of The Dragon 2
Korin.
It was him.
The man was Korin.
There had been no record of this possibility.
No song.
No scroll.
No whispered legend that claimed Korin could take human form.
Nothing in the history of Hareef.
And yet—there he was.
The truth in scale, fang, and fire.
His wings formed tearing and ripping through the forest.
With a thunderous beat of those huge wings, he soared for her.
“No!!!!!!!!!!!!”
His enormous body blotted out the moonlight. In seconds, his massive claws reached down and snatched her up like a doll.
“Help!!!!!!!!” She screamed, higher this time, ragged and panicked. "Somebody help me!!!!"
The wind howled past her ears as he rose into the sky.
And then. . .he roared.
The sound shattered the forest.
Korin.
God of fire.
Korin.
Slayer of kings.
Korin.
Now flying with her in his claws.
And Sol—still wet with fear, still glowing with magic, still trembling with a truth too big for her name—was no longer a Lowly woman running from fate.
She was now in fate's grip.
And it had wings.
And she had no idea where they were going nor what Korin would do to her.
Chapter ten
A Trap for a Tiger
