Long ago, when much of the Perilous Realm was locked in a neverending winter, the ice dragons
ruled. They were mighty creatures, powerful and unpredictable. Few
humans ever saw them, for they dwelt only in the most frozen,
inaccessible regions. Nor were they interested in gold or treasure or
in capturing princesses, like their more avaricious and meddlesome
cousins, the dragons of fire.
Those
few storyfolk who dared travel in the lands of ice brought back tales
of huge winged shapes that left blizzards of frost in their wake, of
avalanches that had the power to change direction and even charge
uphill, of lakes that would suddenly freeze over, or just as suddenly
crack apart and plunge travelers into the icy water.
There are those who say that the glaciers we see today
are the sleeping bodies of these mighty beings, and that although their
kingdom has shrunk much from what it once was, they may still be roused
from their slumber. Even as it withers away and dies, ice is a
magnificent and dangerous phenomenon to behold.
In The Shadow of Malabron, Rowen of Blue Hill has a very close encounter with an ice dragon on the Whitewing Glacier. An encounter that will have important consequences for the fate of Fable and all of the Perilous Realm.
In The Shadow of Malabron, Rowen of Blue Hill has a very close encounter with an ice dragon on the Whitewing Glacier. An encounter that will have important consequences for the fate of Fable and all of the Perilous Realm.
Illustration by Mary Wharton
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