The Last Dragon Rider - Errin Krystal

#Spotlight: The Last Dragon Rider by Errin Krystal @ErrinKrystal #Excerpt

Good morning lovely people! Today I have a treat for you, it’s release day for The Last Dragon Rider so I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt. This excerpt is from one of my favourite scenes from the book. It really tells you a lot about these characters so I hope you enjoy it!

I also have to draw your attention to the artwork which accompanies it. Errin Krystal has some fabulous artwork which I’ve been in awe of quite honestly, it has been done by an artist named Ryuutsu and you can check out more here.

If you missed my review of this amazing fantasy novel last week, you can catch up with it here. In September Errin will share more about her reading habits on The Bookshelf!


Trained as an elite warrior from childhood, the elven crown prince Flintathriël fights to bring a stop to a war that began before he was born. With the aid of his betrothed Sairalindë, a skilled mage and dragon rider in her own right, they must find the Book of Souls – an ancient and mysterious tome rumored to have belonged to the god Hath’Raal.

When the missing book turns up in the hands of Mnuvae, the bastard child of the dead king, Flintathriël finds himself fighting to not only save his people from this new threat but also trying to keep Sairalindë safe when Mnuvae takes over the dragons in her attempt to win back the kingdom she believes is rightfully hers.

The love Flintathriël and Sairalindë share shines pure and true, but when the smoke of the battle clears, will their hearts survive the aftermath of war or will their love become a casualty that cannot be revived?


“So where is this book?”


She avoided his gaze, glancing about the room, scarlet bloomed upon her cheeks.


“Sivath would not take me down.”


Flintathriël could not stop the laughter that rumbled up from his chest. “The great hulking dragon was afraid to enter a haunted marsh!”


“Please, Flint, na’vahla, we must go.”


His laughter died in his throat. She wanted him to take her into that gods forsaken marsh. The place the gods had literally forsaken.


“Do not be daft, woman.” He held up his hand when she made to protest.


“No! You will stay here. I will go, you, na’vahleth, will stay here where it is safe.”


Her golden eyes narrowed, and she leaned back against her desk, her fingers drumming an irritated tune against the polished oak. “Stay behind? You must be joking?”


Flintathriël shrugged, tossed the papers on her bed, and stepped away from the bedpost. It was worth a try even though he knew she would never agree to stay behind. He stopped before her, and her features softened as he cupped her face between his palms, brushing away the dried blood smeared across her skin.


“Flint, I am careful. I did not go charging into Gahl-Raëlön unprepared.” She always saw straight through to that part of him that worried, that feared the day all warriors in the darkest reaches of their soul did. The last day. She always saw.


He pressed his brow to hers and closed his eyes, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. Wildflowers and sweat and blood. Flintathriël reached for a loose strand of coppery hair, letting the silky strands slip between his fingertips, feeling the flecks of dirt brush across his skin.




She felt the tension in his body as he leaned against her, his breath warm against her cheek, his eyes still tightly closed. “If anything were to happen to you—”


Sairalindë reached up and brushed the silver-white veil from his face. He slid one hand up the back of her neck, gently tracing the contours of her cheekbone with the other before sliding his fingers down to work the fastenings of her riding armor.


“You are my everything.”


About Errin Krystal

Errin Krystal - Author ImageErrin Krystal is a fantasy romance writer who has been writing since she was a small child. Her head has always been full of stories. She began work on her first novel when she was sixteen.

She lives with her family in regional Victoria, Australia, and works as a chef. In her quieter moments, she loves to indulge her passion for storytelling, basking in the joy that comes from creating vibrant characters, fantastical worlds and all manner of magical creatures. Dragons and elves, mages and warriors, troubled princes and beautiful princesses, romance, magic, and adventure can all be found in her writing.



Book & Buy Links

TitleThe Last Dragon Rider
Series: The Wild Realms of Véneanár #1
Author: Errin Krystal
Genre: Fantasy | High Fantasy | Swords & Sorcery | Dragons
Publisher: N/A
Publication Date: 9 August 2017
Review Format: N/A
Other Formats: eBook
Pages: 100
Buy: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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