"E.E. Knight - The Age of fire 01 - Dragon champion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Knight E. E)

======================
Notes:




Scanned by DragonAshe
Proofed by DragonAshe (only major errors and a ton of spelling mistakes)
If you correct any minor errors, please change the version number below (and in the file
name) to a slightly higher one e.g. from .7 to .9 or if major revisions, to v. 1.0/2.0 etcтАж
Current e-book version is .7
Comments, Questions, Requests (no promises): [email protected]

Notes: Be aware this ebook is a version .7, meaning it is huge step above UC
(Uncorrected). It is very readable still, but there are some errors you are warned, so
please donтАЩt email with complaints.

DO NOT READ THIS BOOK OF YOU DO NOT OWN/POSSES THE PHYSICAL
COPY. THAT IS STEALING FROM THE AUTHOR.
--------------------------------------------
Book Information:
Genre:(Animal) Epic Fantasy
Author: E. E. Knight
Name: Dragon Champion
Series: The Age of fire
======================


If anybody could scan any of those booksтАж.I would be very gratefulтАж.^^
Cross, Janine:
Touched by Venom: Book One
Shadowed by Wings: Book Two

Mercedes Lackey:
When Darkness Falls

Bitterwood by James Maxey
A Note on Dragon Names
Careful readers will observe that a mature male dragon's name changes after he makes his first flight. By tradition, the pronunciation
of a dragon's name changes as he achieves maturity, with emphasis shifting from the first syllable to the second. When Auron's
father, AuRel, was a hatchling, he would have been called Aurel, as one would say the word aural. When he became a fledged
dragon, the pronunciation changed so that it would rhyme with noel. The ancient practice of calling the sur-viving male hatchling by
the father's name until he breathed his first fire had died out by the time Auron's egg was laid.


Chapter 1
The hatchling tasted his first air. Cool and dry compared with the dampness inside the egg, its strangeness
set him aquiver.
He had only just discovered a new world in the slow awakening, one so different from the muted patterns
and colors, muffled echoes and stale tastes of the old. He had been snug in his dark little space, drowsing