The Dragon Lords Series

The dragons are here.

A drunken Minotaur; a Gobby Orc who plays the lute; a Djinna with a bad attitude; and an Orc queen with a simple mission for them: kill the dragons that kidnapped her family. But how do you kill unkillable?

Book 1 - The Minotaur’s Sword

Bosh was just a calf when the Dragons came and slaughtered his village. Then came the Dragon wars. Ten years later and not a single Minotaur roams free. Except Bosh—a giant, battered old bull drinking his way across the continent until he finds the ghosts of his family in the bottom of a bottle. Until a fight with a gang of rowdy half-dragon Wyrms forces Bosh to flee north on a merchant ship captained by a Djinna with a bad attitude and her first-mate, a Gobby Orc who plays the lute. Together, they find themselves caught up in a complicated web as Orc Queens and Human mercenaries seek a weapon of legendary power. Pursued by Wyrms and hunted by Gnolls - think hyenas on steroids - Bosh will have to decide if he’s truly done fighting the Dragons that took his family, or if it’s time to put down the bottle and take up the axe once more.

The Minotaur's Lament

“The Dragon Lords came

To conquer us all.

And one by one

Each kingdom did fall,

Under the shadow

Of wing and fang and claw.

Fly, Dragon, fly

Far from here and far from me.

Oh fly, Dragon, fly

Far away and I’ll be free.

They mixed their blood

With Human men

And made the Wyrms

That slave our kin.

Those beasts who tore

The lands apart again.

Fly, Dragon, fly

Far from here and far from me.

Oh fly, Dragon, fly

Far away and I’ll be free.

The half-breed’s lash

Leaves scars of red.

Rivers running

For those not dead.

We fight and fight

Until the Dragon’s end.

Fly, Dragon, fly

Far from here and far from me

Oh fly, Dragon, fly

Far away and I’ll be free.”

-The Minotaur’s Lament

“It was the second wars I fought in,” Bosh explained. “With the Goblins. Against the new Dragon Lords or whatever they call themselves. Against the half-breeds.”

“Wyrms,” Gurg breathed the word out with more than a hint of hatred.

“Bred to kill my people,” Bosh said. “Warriors formed from Dragon’s Blood and Human limbs. Bull-killers…. And they did.”

“I thought most of the Minotaurs were spared after the war?” Gurg furrowed his brow in confusion. Bosh laughed, a raucous cackle that made the deckhands turn to look up at the raised, steering platform.

“Spared? That what you call it? Took everyone they could as slaves. Now we’re just cattle to them. Cheap labor for the empire that butchered our fathers and grandfathers.”