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Three years of strife have passed since Kale and Bardon freed Paladin’s knights. Now, fiery dragons scorch their beautiful countryside as an evil husband-and-wife wizard duo battle one another for supremacy. The people of Amara just want to be left alone, hoping the conflict with disappear. But Paladin is dying, and Bardon and Kale–now married–must accept fateful assignments if their land is to survive. Will their efforts turn the tide against their adversaries?

They face a deadly threat–and a challenging choice.

Kale’s responsibility is to find, hatch, and train an army of dragons, and she tackles the daunting task–until she is shocked by a betrayal. As the Amaran countrymen seek escape, she must search for her husband, family, and friends while organizing an underground movement to weaken the enemy. But when the end draws near, Kale must choose between two dismal destinies.

Prepare to experience breathtaking adventure and mind-blowing fantasy as never before in this stunning addition to Donita K. Paul’s popular Dragon Keepers fantasy series.

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Chapter 1: Treasure

Sir Bardon gripped his struggling wife in his arms.

“You’re not rushing into that battered building, Kale.” He lowered his voice to a more soothing tone. “Come on, lady of mine. You can control this urge.”

With his arm encircling her waist, he felt her take a deep breath and let it out slowly. He loosened his grasp but remained wary. In this state she couldn’t be trusted. Her talent sabotaged her judgment. Perhaps words of reason would override her compulsion.

“Remember, Kale, we must find Regidor and Gilda before it is too late.” Kale’s body tensed, and he reacted by tightening his hold just before she tried to lunge out of his arms toward the inn.

“Bardon, please.” Her voice broke on the last word.

“I’m just as determined to keep you here as you are to go. Relax, Kale. Think.”

He scanned the building she wanted to enter. One end had collapsed under the barrage of a recent battle. The other smoldered sullenly. The muscles in Bardon’s face tightened. Fire dragons. I wonder how many? A drenching rain had doused the flames. How long ago? Where are the people to answer my questions?

The rain had finally stopped. The villagers had collected their dead. But still the acrid smells of war permeated the air.

“I have to go in, Bardon.” Kale’s voice shuddered as she pushed ineffectively against his hold.

“Yes, I know. All I’m asking is that you think first. That you plan.”

She leaned her head back against his chest. Her skin smelled of citrus. He inhaled, relishing the fragrance, and rubbed his cheek against her hair. The brown locks in curly twists bounced against his face, tickling his nose.

Bardon regulated his breathing, willing Kale to fall into the same pattern, to draw from his reserve and strengthen her own. She ceased twitching. “I’ll take Ardeo to light the way.”
“Good,” said Bardon.

Six minor dragons roosted on the saddle of Kale’s horse. Their varied colors distinguished them as belonging to a special species both intelligent and willing to work with the seven high races. Ardeo flew from his companions and landed on Bardon’s shoulder.

On this cloudy day, the dragon’s pale skin looked mottled. In sunshine, his coloring resembled old pasty porridge. But in the dark, the dragon glowed with a moonlike aura.

Kale quivered within Bardon’s arms. “I’ll take Pat to help me pick the safest route.” Another of the minor dragons flew to roost on her shoulder. He snuggled his plump brown body under her ear, rubbing his head against her chin with affection.

“Good.” Bardon approved. The fix-it dragon would analyze the danger in the weakened building. Still, Bardon didn’t much care for Kale going into the inn.

Her muscles stiffened, and he tightened his hold. He spoke to focus her attention. “What else? Think.”

“I’ll wear my moonbeam cape. That’ll protect me some against splinters and scrapes.”

“Fine.” Bardon relaxed his grip. “You’ll move slowly, with caution? You’ll listen to Pat?”

“Yes.” Kale nodded, her eyes fixed on the charred front door. Pat and Ardeo flew into the air and circled above the yard. Bardon dropped his arms to his side, and his wife took a step toward the shattered inn. Quickly, he placed a hand on her arm and turned her toward the horses.

“The cape,” he said.

“I forgot.”

He positioned himself between her and the building until she pulled the garment from her saddlebag and draped it over her shoulders. He grasped the front lapels and pulled her to him, fastened the tie at her neck, and kissed her forehead.

“Stay out of trouble.”

He watched her eyes focus, knowing her thoughts had finally settled on him, just him. A twinkle brightened the hazel gaze, replacing that distant look.

She mocked a curtsy. “Yes, my knight.”

Without a doubt, his wife was a winsome creature. “Remember, you are my fair wizard.” She tipped her face up with a saucy smile. Then he watched the awareness of him fade from her expression to be overtaken by the compulsion to enter that dangerous inn. He sighed and tenderly, but reluctantly, turned her away. She stepped forward without another word.

“Kale, don’t be long. We haven’t time.” Bardon gestured to the two small dragons she had chosen to accompany her. “Pat, Ardeo, take care of her.” Kale passed under a tilted entryway where the large beamed framework threatened to crash down around her. An ominous creak caused her to hop over the mantel. Inside, a splintered door lay across piles of rubble.

Most of the south wall had crumbled into a pile of rock and plaster. Above her, clouds provided a roof for the front third of the building. She zigzagged around broken furniture and rough boards that might have been part of the upstairs flooring.

With cautious steps, Kale made her way to the back. Pat and Ardeo darted through the air. Pat chirred his displeasure at the lack of stability in the building. The ceiling sagged, and she ducked under a half-fallen beam. A cascade of bed linens flowed from a hole in the ceiling. Ardeo and Pat flew to the second story, circled, and returned. The light dragon twittered. Kale nodded. “Not a living soul in the ruin. Fine.” No one to interfere with her mission. Pat’s thoughts bombarded her with vivid details of the devastation to the inn. She wasn’t interested in what remained above, except that she preferred no loose flooring fall on her.
She braced herself against the pull of her talent. Downward. She must move downward. She must find the steps to the cellar. Stepping on a small pile of debris, she slid. Her foot landed on more secure flooring, and she steadied herself. A reminder. She must take care.

She had made Bardon a solemn promise. Pat uttered a series of shrieks, another reminder.
In the kitchen, pottery, dishes, and cutlery had rattled from the shelves. A broken sack of flour spilt over a sturdy table. But the walls stood upright, and only a few piles of plaster from the ceiling showed the beating the structure had taken.

Pat’s stomach rumbled. Kale glanced his way, expecting him to swoop to forage the table, but he took no notice of the scraps of food and concentrated on what he could see of the studs and braces. Kale stepped forward before he reported on their soundness, and he hissed a warning she ignored.

She moved along the wall, heading for a door that most probably hid the pantry or the steps to the cellar. As she passed the hearth, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of old green stem vegetables in a pot. An unrecognizable boiled-dry mass lined the bottom of another kettle.

Cold ashes lay in the fireplace. The details of her surroundings helped her focus, helped her restrain the impulse to press forward. But her eyes locked on a door, and she felt a surge of urgency rush through her.

The cellar.

She stumbled across the room, one hand stretched ahead, ready to raise the latch. Pat chirruped. A mixture of words and images came from the small dragon’s mind, urging her to change directions. Kale hesitated, then veered off to another door and swung it open, expecting to find a stairway. She jerked back, repelled by the foul odor of spoiled food. Pickled cucumbers, beets, and cabbage poured from broken crocks littering the floor. She lifted her arm to cover her nose with the moonbeam cape. Slamming the door shut, she glowered at the brown dragon sitting on a wooden counter.

“Pat! What in all of Amara were you thinking?”

The message came to her clearly. The dragon wanted her to slow down and be more cautious. He’d tricked her into opening the wrong door to demonstrate his point. “All right. I understand your concern.” She used cleansing breaths to help her focus. Standing still took effort. Even as she inhaled for the third time, her feet started moving toward the other door.

“I promised Bardon.”

She managed to open the door slowly. The dark passage led downward over stone steps.

“Ardeo,” she called.

The dragon flew around her and downward. His skin glowed like moonlight as soon as he descended into the shadows below. Forgetting caution, Kale plunged down the steps. Pat landed on her head and dug his claws into her scalp. “Ouch!” She winced and batted at him with her hands. “All right. All right.”

She stopped on the last step and surveyed the crates and barrels, then pointed in the direction of the pull. “That way.”

Ardeo flew ahead. Pat remained with his feet planted firmly in her hair. Kale hurried, barely realizing that she had doubled back under the most damaged part of the inn. Pat sent her frantic messages to watch where she stepped, to avoid debris hanging from the sagging ceiling, and to slow down.

Kale moved with determination to a row of baskets hanging on ropes along one wall. The woven containers of various sizes reached across the space like clothes on a line.

Only one attracted her. She grabbed a creel-like storage bin and pulled it toward her. The rope gave way, and all the other baskets tumbled to the floor. Heedless of the spill, Kale plunged her hand beneath the covering cloth and pulled out a handful of onions. She threw them over her shoulder and reached in again. More onions. She turned the basket upside down and shook it. Nothing but onions. She dropped the basket and stared at the wall.

Placing her hands against the dirt, she felt energy swell within her fingertips. With her teeth gritted and her breath held, she tried to order her thoughts. To think instead of acting on the compulsion caused sweat to bead on her brow.

Move the dirt. Dig. With what? A spell. Pull. Pull. The dirt crumbled into her hands. She concentrated. Pull. Pull. The hard-packed soil came apart and fell out of the wall. She brushed more away and reached in. Another basket. She tugged it free and held it tightly to her chest. She’d found the treasure.

Ardeo landed on her shoulder. His soft glow illuminated a dirty cloth stuffed in the narrow neck of this peculiar container. The woven creation of straw and reed looked more like a gourd than any basket she had ever seen.

Kale pulled the disintegrating material from the top and looked inside. “Four eggs,” she whispered. “Four dragon eggs.” Pat slid down her hair to perch on the other shoulder. “Minor dragon eggs. It’s been so long since I found any, I almost forgot what the lure felt like.” Pat chittered.

“Yes, I know,” she answered. “We have to find Regidor and Gilda. We should be asking for news of them in occupied taverns.”

Pat and Ardeo chorused another warning.

Kale gazed at her find lovingly.

Pat put tiny teeth on her earlobe and pinched.

Kale jerked. “All right! I understand. The building is unstable. We’ll leave now.” She transferred the precious eggs into the pockets lining her cape. She crossed the cellar space and climbed the stairs. Now that Kale had her prize, she couldn’t wait to get out of the inn.

The urgent need to find Gilda resurfaced, and she almost ran to where Bardon waited. Pat flew in her face and batted his wings against her cheeks. “I’ll be careful. You’re not helping, you know. I can’t see where to put my feet.”

Pat settled on her shoulder.

The pillars creaked. The walls bulged. The heavy rain of the days before pressed against the swollen seams of the building. She feared the whole structure would collapse before she reached the inn’s yard. She came back into the front room. The clouds above had thinned, and a ray of sunshine broke through. One of the horses outside nickered.

Kale smiled and stepped cautiously through the debris.

“I found them,” she called to Bardon. “And I didn’t get into trouble.” He didn’t answer.

“Bardon, I found them.” Still no answer.

“Bardon?”
Donita K. Paul

About Donita K. Paul

Donita K. Paul - DragonFire

Donita K. Paul is the author of The Dragons of Chiril, Dragons of the Valley, and the bestselling DragonKeeper Chronicles with more than a quarter of a million books in print. She enjoys cooking, beading, stamping, knitting, and her grandsons. Not necessarily in that order. Visit her website at DonitaKPaul.com.

Praise

Praise

DragonFire is a soaring adventure. But I wouldn’t expect any less from Donita K. Paul, as she always gives us a delightful read: intriguing, challenging, and full of blessing.”
–Kathryn Mackel, author of Vanished and Outriders

“A rich, fantastical treat–DragonFire lights the imagination with every turn of the page!”
–Robert Elmer, fantasy/sci-fi author

DragonFire is not a book only for the young of age, but also for the young at heart. Donita Paul possesses a unique talent for instilling deep wisdom and spiritual truth in a story that is engrossing and satisfying for adults and children alike. She is one of my favorite authors.”
–Hannah Alexander, author of the Hideaway series

“In DragonFire, Donita K. Paul has outdone herself! Though all of her dragon tales enchant, entertain, and inspire, this latest entry reveals even more profound depths in her characters–and in her magical winged creatures. This story will touch your emotions–and your soul.”
–Jim Denney, author of the Timebenders series and Answers to Satisfy the Soul

DragonFire is ‘predictable’–in the very best sense of the word! Breakneck pacing. Plot twists aplenty. Spiritual truths that inspire. And a powerful ending that–here we go again–leaves you wanting more.”
–Tamara Leigh, bestselling author of Perfecting Kate

“DragonFire is a worthy continuation of the endearing series begun by Donita K. Paul. Lovable, admirable characters, entertaining adventures and misadventures, and breath-stealing plots twists, all deftly woven with sustaining strands of spiritual truth. Youth and adults alike will find these books impossible to put down until the last page is read.”
–Janelle Clare Schneider, author

“Another enchanting fantasy starring the Dragon Keeper, Kale. Even when she thinks she’s failed those she loves and who trust her, obedience and Wulder’s love guide Kale. Inspiring.”
–Lyn Cote, Author of Blessed Assurance

“Donita K. Paul has created another delightful tale featuring Kale, Bardon, and their enchanting friends. DragonFire takes the reader inside a wonderful world of fun and fantasy, with spiritual truths lighting each pathway.  I loved it!”
–Peggy Darty, author of When the Sandpiper Calls and When Bobbie Sang the Blues

Discussion Questions

Discussion Guides

1. As a married couple, Bardon and Kale must learn to rely on each other. Describe each of their personalities and how they complement each other. What are your strengths and weaknesses? In what way does Kale struggle when she must work together with her father? How does “iron sharpen iron” when God places people that are so different from us in our lives?

2. When Kale is separated from her husband by being sent on a different quest, she is quite upset. Can you think of a time the Lord asked you to put aside your personal preferences in order to achieve a greater good? How do you know which road God is guiding you toward?

3. Due to Gilda’s allegiance to Risto, she was reduced to life in a mist form. When she chose to follow Wulder, she was not healed instantly. Although we are a new creation, when we come to Christ, we are not always healed. Why is this? How can the consequences of a sinful lifestyle or the fallen state of man hinder us?

4. Kale has been given more talent and power than most people in Amara, but she is rebuked by Granny Noon for speaking falsely. Granny warns that Kale’s talents are eroded by deception. How do those whom God has exalted to a higher position need to be more careful regarding their talent? In Wulder’s Tomes, there is a principle about the inward enemy defeating the soul with a surprise attack, “Don’t let your own desires cause your fall into disgrace.” What Scripture does this bring to mind?

5. What is Paladin symbolic of and how is his health reflected by the attitude of his people? How does the indifference to evil weaken him? Just as the people in Black Jetty desired to live a comfortable life without complications, how is the church of Christ guilty of this same complacency? Although invisible, there is a spiritual battle being waged all around us. Does this evil go away if we pretend it doesn’t exist? What does Scripture tell us to do? Just as Pretender did not have the authority to kill Paladin, so Satan can’t destroy the church. However, he can wound and humiliate it. What examples do you see of this today?

6. Fenworth warned Kale previously about even dabbling in black magic because she could be lured in by the fringe elements. Do Christians need to have the same concern? What is the difference between a magic show consisting of card tricks and “black magic”? What does Scripture have to say about this subject?

7. Among the seven low races, some seem to show themselves intelligent but choosing evil, while others like the ropma appear to be non-rational, with no sense of right and wrong. As they have not been made directly by Wulder, most people have told the ropma that they are bad, and Wulder hates them. Does God love all people? Even those who choose evil or those who do not appear to know right from wrong? What about those who follow other religions? Who does He desire to be saved?

8. Although Kale has been reunited with her father, she has missed her childhood years with him. Her father expresses how sorry he is that he was not there for her. Have you ever felt abandoned by a parent or a friend? Look up Scriptures that are an encouragement that the Lord will never leave us.

9. Kale finds that her father has a very different set of ethics when it comes to mindspeaking. She has been taught that it is unscrupulous to listen to other’s private thoughts even to gather information. He tells her that it is the motive of the heart that matters most to Wulder. Is it ever right to do what is wrong with the right motivation? Can you think of examples from Scripture of people that have done what is wrong, but for a good reason? What was the result?

10. Gilda still has areas to grow in, resulting from her time with Risto. Her pride of the meech and looking down on any other race comes through in her attitude and words. Why is it easier for Regidor to see Gilda’s prejudism than it is for her to see it in herself? How does the Lord reveal issues like this in our lives?

11. Describe how Latho the bisonbeck choosing to follow Wulder is similar to Saul becoming Paul. As Latho was not trusted even after he decided to do what is right, how often do we judge others based on who we think they are? Some who come to Christ have radical conversions that speak volumes of God’s miraculous work in their lives. How is God able to use this kind of person specifically to reach others for Christ?

12. Latho describes the place called the “End of the Day” as a place where those who die in anger will be devoured. They leave this existence and enter the night. How is this similar to the world’s view on life after death? Why is it so difficult to share the good news of Jesus Christ with them?

13. Kale is tempted by Pretender with all the things that she wants the most: her talent, her friends, her father’s life, and her beauty back. What does Satan tempt you with? After she gave in to temptation once, how is she left feeling? When you have those emotions, what brings you relief?


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