The Song the Ogre Sang: A Tale from the Canon of Tarn

"Dunno what you're worried for, Stormy." Dan scratched his head. "No, sir. You're lookin' good. Real good. You're a fine lookin' dragon. For truth!" But there was something off. Little Dan was only eight years old, but he'd been cleaning the Tarn's battle cannon since he turned six. The Chief and the others were always saying that Dan didn't know his head from a hole in the ground. That might be true. But Dan did know this: He knew when there was something wrong with one of his guns.

About the Author

Peter Valerianos Fane served in the Silver Legion's artillery corps for over forty years, rising to the rank of Peer Colonel under High Lords Bellános and Dorómy Dallanar. His most well-known actions took place on Colodóx, Batládea, and Ebum - all in the service of the High House of Remain. In retirement, Colonel Fane spends the majority of his time on the great library world of Genonea, where he lectures on military theory, ancient Davanórian war poetry, and moral philosophy. He winters at his clan's hereditary estate on Egáton with his wife, his family, and a small flock of messenger dragons.

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