Malcom Braxton and the Dragon War

AN ORPHAN STRICKEN BY WAR.Malcom Braxton never knew his parents. They died in war, killed by the brutal Nortam Empire. He is raised by a man he calls uncle, and he and his six-shooters are ready when the war drums beat again.NEW SECRET WEAPONS.It’s been sixteen years since the last war ended and the Nortam Empire is on the move. They have new weapons: trained dragons. Malcom discovers this and they pursue him, hoping to keep the dragons a secret. A HIDDEN SORCERER.Malcom also has a secret. He’s a sorcerer. But he has nobody to teach him. When the Nortam Army invades, he’s forced to retreat. And they take a hostage. One Malcom will do anything to protect.Can he overcome his own inexperience to protect his home? Will he let one person die in order to save countless others?Come along on a journey of magic, intrigue, and dragons. If you enjoy fast moving YA fantasy novels with a protagonist who relies on his six-shooters just as much as his secret abilities, this novel is for you!Pick up your copy today!Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. A quarter mile down, the trail opened onto a large plateau that once held a small settlement. Most of the structures had washed away, but one lone shack still stood beside a large boulder that had protected it from the spring runoff. Unlike the thickly wooded area we’d just come from, the plateau was mostly covered in long swaying grass. There were some trees around the outside, but it was mostly grass and shrubs, with a few saplings sprouting up here and there toward the middle. It would be years before the forest reclaimed the land.Axtor stopped in the shade, and I pulled up beside him, unbuttoning my coat. It was starting to warm up.I noticed smoke on the breeze again—it still smelled sweet and sickly—but it disappeared when I sniffed a second time.Movement near a grove of trees on the other side of the plateau drew my attention. I reached for my pistol until I saw a herd of bighorn sheep. A ram came up first and faced us as if warning us to stay back.There was no way around because of the sharp drop-off on one side and the cliff wall on the other.I focused on the valley floor as a cloud covered the sun.Hang on, I thought, looking up. Did a cloud just move against the wind?I didn’t have time to consider the question because flame erupted around the ram.