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Prologue A cold dawn broke over the ridge, weak sunlight trying in vain to chase away the mist and fog. A pause in the battle ..

Within a week Saber was packed and ready for the move to Ragnor’s lair. His gold embossed trunks sitting at the doorway to the royal quart..

Like most males, Saber has his ideal mate all mapped out in his head. Unlike most males, beauty and sweetness aren’t even on the grid, he ..

Every morning there is laughter throughout the lair. Ragnor is walking about again in a silly attempt to impress who he calls “a pretty l..

The last feast of The Seasons will take place at Saber’s lair instead of the castle. A wonderful celebration is planned for the return of..

Saber woke early one morning and, as always, stepped out of the lair to increase the poison in the moat. Looking down the mountain he almost ha..

“When is the ceremony?” Cherna asked. She still felt uneasy, but then she had no gauge on Royal matters such as this to go by. Work..

It was a beautiful day, late spring is her favorite time of year. It’s still crisp in the mornings, but by mid afternoon, it became thick ..

Saber rubbed his eyes, clearing the sand out of them. Yawning widely he stretched, scratched, and started to pee in the moat. As he opened his ..

Today is the first day of expansion on the new lair. Workers with picks, drills and shovels, are hiking up and down the mountain. They have fou..