Dragonlore, the bestselling fantasy series beginning with A Dawn of Dragonfire, concludes with a tale of blood, steel, and flame. BOOK THREE: A NIGHT OF DRAGON WINGS Requiem burns. Her marble columns lie shattered. Queen Solina's army sweeps across the land, searching to kill every last dragon. Among the ruins, Requiem's dragons plan a desperate attack. To survive, they must strike Solina at the heart of her desert empire. Yet as Requiem rallies, Solina raises her cruelest champions yet. The nephilim, the spawn of demons and their mortal brides, have languished underground for epochs. Giants of rotted flesh, razor fangs, and clawed wings, they crave to crush the world that imprisoned them. When Queen Solina frees this unholy legion, the nephilim marshal under her banners... and swarm into Requiem. Requiem's light dims. Her hope is but a flicker in an endless night. As ancient evil engulfs the world, Requiem's dragons roar, blow their fire, and fly to their last stand.About the AuthorDaniel Arenson is a bestselling author of epic fantasy. He began his career writing short stories. He sold his first story, "Worms Believe in God", in 1998. Since then, his work has appeared in various publications, among them Flesh & Blood, Chizine, and Orson Scott Card's Strong Verse. In 2007, Daniel sold his first novel, Firefly Island, to Five Star Publishing. He's been writing fantasy novels since, including several standalones and three series: Song of Dragons, Dragonlore, and Misfit Heroes. At both Amazon and Barnes and Noble, Daniel's novels have hit the overall Top 100 bestsellers lists. In total, they've sold over 150,000 copies.DanielArenson.comFacebook.com/DanielArensonTwitter.com/DanielArenson

On a dead world orbiting a black hole, shadows awaken.Some call them ghosts. Others believe them mere figments of the imagination. Yet for the scientists stranded on this rocky outpost, the evil haunting their halls is all too real.A handful of men and women have come here, to this desolate world light-years away from civilization. They came to study the black hole, this anomaly that breaks all their calculations. A black hole more like a living creature. A god of darkness. And through the halls of the observatory, this deity's warriors scurry, whisper, reach from the shadows. Creatures woven of darkness, of an evil from beyond.Only one team of heroes can save the scientists stranded here.The Alien Hunters have never faced anything like these shadowy spirits. They're galactic pest controllers, not ghostbusters. Yet as the evil from the black hole threatens to overwhelm the entire cosmos, the Alien Hunters find themselves staring into the...

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars.That was a long time ago.The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn.My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark.I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Requiem. A forbidden word. The name of a kingdom lost to history. Of magic forgotten. Of a homeland for dragons.They say that years ago, Requiem was real. That men and women could grow wings, breathe fire, and fly as noble dragons. That marble halls rose in a birch forest. That Requiem was a kingdom of magic and light.But those days are long gone.Now the Cured Temple, a fanatical cult, rules a land called the Commonwealth. Now paladins patrol the realm, "curing" all newborn babes of "reptilian magic." Now the marble halls are fallen, the old books burnt, the ancient songs lost. Now Requiem is all but forgotten.But there are some who remember. A baker's boy. A librarian safeguarding a forbidden book. A haunted soldier. An outcast warrior. They carry the magic inside them, a torch of dragonfire. They remember Requiem...and they will fight to see dragons fly again.

Our world burns with war. In the west, the people of eternal sunlight invade the darkness, armed with swords, arrows, and torches. In the east, the children of endless night fight from the shadows. Soldiers of sunlight and dwellers of darkness. Their war flares across the world of Moth. And I am torn between them. My father was born in the sunlight. My mother is a daughter of the night. I am a child of dusk, a stranger to both camps. As fires burn and blood spills, I must heal this shattering world. Yet how can I stop a war between day and night when a separate war rages within me--a clash between my sunlit and moonlit halves?

The people of Requiem. For centuries, they've been languishing as slaves, chained and collared in a distant desert, their homeland in ruins. For centuries, they could not summon their ancient magic, doomed to remain in human forms while once they could fly as dragons. For centuries, they suffered under the whips of the seraphim, angelic overlords with swan wings, gentle haloes, and eternal cruelty.Now, for the first time, a savior rises.Meliora once thought herself a princess of seraphim. She lived in a palace, and she too owned slaves from Requiem. Yet when Meliora learns the truth—that her father was a slave, that she too could become a dragon—she leaves her life of wealth and power. She joins the enslaved. She tells her brother, king of the seraphim: "The children of Requiem will fly again."With a handful of brave souls, Meliora seeks to escape the land of slaves, to find the mythical key that can unlock their cursed collars... that...

For centuries, Requiem's people have languished in chains, slaves to the seraphim, unable to become dragons like in the days of old.Now they fly again.They follow Meliora the Merciful, a dragon of silver and light, once a princess of seraphim and now a savior of slaves. They rise up against the seraphim, their cruel masters, demi-gods in chariots of fire. A nation of dragons, half a million strong, they seek to flee the desert of their enslavement, to fly north, to cross the sea...to find the mythical land of Requiem.Yet as Meliora leads her slaves out from captivity, the cruel King Ishtafel, mightiest of the seraphs, pursues with an army of light. His goal is no longer to enslave the children of Requiem. He seeks but one thing—to slay them all.With shimmering scales, with raining blood, with shrieking dragonfire...Requiem's exodus begins.