Chapter 32: Akton
Bloodstone.
The massive city glowed menacingly at night, even from this distance. Akton hated everything about it, the reddish flames set along houses made of red stone, studded with obsidian and pink quartz. The smell of excrement and dragon incense burning. Heavy, moist air that clogged the lungs. The sound of shouts of pleasure and fights, of hundreds of dragons working late and pissed about it. Akton scurried down the tree and shifted back to his human form before returning to the others at Talfryn’s fire.
Wren had set a hard pace on the road from Wingpoint to Bloodstone. Akton had been assuming they’d get to Talon’s Tip, but that was apparently a city on the other side of Whitney’s loop. For days now they’d been traveling near the road but not on it, the better to
