Genre: YA - Epic Fantasy
Born with a lame arm, Munjin’s family of beet farmers thinks he is useless. A dragon-sighting, however, heralds his true calling as a mage. Unfortunately, the sorceress that takes him as apprentice fears the dark future she sees in him, and limits her teaching. His only friend is a dragon named Flew-Across-The-Bent-Wing-Lake-But-Fled-From-The-Giant-Crow, who can change into a girl his own age. “Lake” needs him to help her take down a runt god that killed her brother. If Munjin can survive his magical training, and deal with his growing feelings for Lake, then he just might find a way to save Lake, and all the young dragons, from the predatory godling.
The lazy afternoon sun shone down on three boys with hate caked under their fingernails. The soft breeze, full of the fine autumn aromas of pine and cut hay, could not remove the scent of their prey. Like the harvest scythe, the trio left broken stalks in their wake.
Munjin stiffened as his name floated over the grass and rattled the length of his spine. He knew the voice—Silas—and it packed his belly with the mincemeat of dread. Not the biggest of the Kolva brothers, or even the meanest, Silas possessed an unerring ability to find Munjin when he was alone.
Munjin pushed himself up from the tree trunk he had been dozing against and awkwardly adjusted the sheepskin hat that might have fit a larger boy. The vivid feeling of his dream, of soaring through the clouds, almost choked him with missed promise. He wanted to return to slumber and fly away from the cruelty of Silas Kolva.
Munjin cut his gaze to the nearby creek as it burbled past him. He preferred possible drowning to another round with the village’s premier bullies. Silas, leading his fellow bruisers, strode toward him through the high grass. Like wolves, the Kolva brothers traveled in packs. Five of them together made a savage fist that hammered unlucky dogs and lone boys.