The Black Mausoleum

Our world ended in flames. Flames that came on the wings of hundreds of dragons.

Our kingdoms fell, cities burned, peasants, Kings and Queens alike reduced to ash.

The few that survived scrabble for safety in caves and forests. But three people have stopped running.

An alchemist. She was made to wield power through blood and magic. Over man and dragon alike.

An Adamantine man. Born to fight dragons, bred to die fighting dragons.

A thief. A madman, possessed by something more terrifying than even a dragon. A madman with a secret.

They are our only hope...