A naive half-elf inherited a sword housing a slumbering dragon, forcing him to rely on a pair of traumatized ex-slaves, a cursed leader, and fate is in the hands of assassin.

Edwin, a Half-Elf ranger, carries his mother’s glowing sword, unaware that it contains the soul of a dragon. The blade makes him a target for thieves, but he is saved by Raven, a heavily armored, fallen paladin cursed with black bones and an inability to die normally. Together with a Minotaur gladiator, a cynical mage, and a deadly Deep Elf assassin disguised as a man, they must journey across deserts and glacial peaks to stop the Undying from rising, the same curse that infects Raven, but Raven doesn’t want the boy. He wants the sword

This was my first novel, and it showed. I’ve learnt a lot since then. I’ve taken first story offline and fixed it. It was 150,000 words. Now, its just over 120,000. I’m planning to re-release it when I finish the squeal, Raven’s Cry.