Dragonflesh

Dreadwing, prize wardragon of the Lord of Greyspire, is dead. None have been able to revive the beast, but Astrum Bonecaller—a once-renowned fleshcrafter living resentful in the onrush of obsolescence—claims he can succeed where all others have failed. And succeed he does: Dreadwing walks once more.

But the dragon is still dead. Bonecaller’s apprentice is the one who makes it walk, a puppeteer inside a dead puppet. And the longer they are forced to play Dreadwing’s role to keep up the ruse of success, the more the line between apprentice and dragon begins to blur...

Fantasy Horror. 5.7k