title: Lore of the Dragons: Essence of a Queen
author: A. K. Conklin
description: After years of reading fantasy novels time had come for me to start working on my own story. I had always had a way with words and once the text started looking like a book my friends and family pushed me to contacting a publishing company so i could share my story with others. I had an idea for a book and now it seams that it's not only going to be one book but several . . . as the caracters in my book take on their own life and do as they please, I simply have to follow their lead. Who do I think I am? Well, i am a woman in the middle of my life. I live close to Son in Norway with my 2 wonderful children (12 and 5) and my husband. I have done all kinds of work from asembly line in a factory to working in a pub and even driving a forklift in a wearhose. I have never been afraid of getting dirt on my hands, probaly prefer it. I paint and draw in addition to my writing. And that is about it . . . i guess.
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  Khisanth rose to her feet. ”I’ve spoken many times of my amazement that humans
  rule the world while dragons live in the shadows. I couldn’t understand how
  such a thing was possible. After today, I begin to comprehend.”
  
  Anger squeezed Khisanth in its enormous grip. She tipped her head back, raised
  a bloodied claw to the skies, and howled, ”Takhisis, I’ve called you my queen!
  Can treachery be your plan?" The black dragon blasted her fury and frustration
  into the sky, exhaling a cloud of acid that rocketed upward. Spraying out, it
  rained back down in sizzling droplets and gobs. Ogres, men, even Jahet and
  Maldeev, scrambled out of the burning mist.
  
  Only Khisanth did not emerge, for she was no longer on the Prime Material
  plane.
  
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  **The Black Wing**
  
    
  
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  ( Dragonlance - Villians, Book 2 )
  
    
  
   _ **Mary Kirchoff**_
  
   **Prologue**
  
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  Like switchblades snapping open one by one, the black drag