Chapter 17
By the time Zephyr and Eudora reached Asha, the volcano that gave the island its name and conical shape had vanished under the velvet cover of night. The dragons’ den was isolated from the main township and harbour, and a bonfire beside it spun sparks into the air. A ranger waited by the blaze. Upon sighting the Scions overhead, she swung a lantern, waving Zephyr and Eudora into the immense stone barn behind her.
The dragons landed on a floor as black as the cinder sand outside. Amongst the striking orange-scaled Rows, the Scions stood out like two gold coins in a hoard of shining copper. Rhys, the seventeen-year-old son of the Rowanan dragonmaster, hurried over. His long red hair had slipped out of its usual ponytail and hid some of the scars on the left side of his face. He
