ReviewIt's simple: if you want to read about angels tossing godlight and demons lashing whips and shooting fire while super-powerful archangels and archdemons blow up half the world trying to crush each other....well, here you go. --Author David Dalglish Off the charts characterization, and battles so intense that even the smallest of deaths left a dent in the reader's armor. If there were flaws I failed to notice. Flaming Dove is what a fantasy novel should strive to be.--KindleObsessed.com Product DescriptionOutcast from Hell. Banished from Heaven. Lost on Earth. The battle of Armageddon was finally fought... and ended with no clear victor. Upon the mountain, the armies of Hell and Heaven beat each other into a bloody, uneasy standstill, leaving the Earth in ruins. Armageddon should have ended with Heaven winning, ushering in an era of peace. That's what the prophecies said. Instead, the two armies--one of angels, one of demons--hunker down in the scorched planet, lick their wounds, and gear up for a prolonged war with no end in sight. In this chaos of warring armies and ruined landscapes, Laila doesn't want to take sides. Her mother was an angel, her father a demon; she is outcast from both camps. And yet both armies need her, for with her mixed blood, Laila can become the ultimate spy... or ultimate soldier. As the armies of Heaven and Hell pursue her, Laila's only war is within her heart--a struggle between her demonic and heavenly blood.

Dragonlore, the bestselling fantasy trilogy beginning with A Dawn of Dragonfire, continues with a new epic tale.BOOK TWO: A DAY OF DRAGON BLOODRequiem, an ancient land whose people can become dragons, lies smoldering. After burning Requiem's halls and forests, the cruel Queen Solina retreats into her desert kingdom; there she plans her second assault. Among the dunes, Solina wakes an ancient, buried evil: a horde to slaughter every last dragon.The wyverns rise from the desert, beasts of iron scales, leathern wings, and claws like swords. Myriads swarm. From their maws spews acid to eat through flesh, stone, and steel. Flying upon the Wyvern King, her sword and banner raised, Solina leads her host into Requiem.Requiem's dragons are still healing; their wounds are fresh, their hearts haunted. How can they defeat the wyverns, creatures as cruel as the desert that bred them?

Our song fades. Our children perish. Our world, a land torn between day and night, runs red with blood. For countless years, Moth has been frozen still, one half drenched in eternal daylight, the other cloaked in endless night. For countless years, the soldiers of sunlight and the dwellers of darkness have lived in isolation. Now we kill. Now we die. We are the children of Moth. We were born in sunlight or in shadow. We can stop the fire, or we can watch our world burn. This is our story.