The Savage Dawn by Melissa Grey

We are so incredibly excited to be a part of the blog tour for The Savage Dawn by Melissa Grey! I absolutely love this series and even after the final book I just wanted more! Before we share our excerpt with you, here are the book details!

The Savage Dawn by Melissa Grey
(Website, Twitter, Goodreads)Published by Random House Children's Books on July 11th 2017
Genres: Action & Adventure, General, Legends, Myths, Fables, Romance, Young Adult Fiction
Pages: 496
Format: Hardcover

The sides have been chosen and the battle lines drawn.

Echo awakened the Firebird. Now she is the only one with the power to face the darkness she unwittingly unleashed . . . right into the waiting hands of Tanith, the new Dragon Prince. Tanith has one goal in mind: destroy her enemies, raze their lands, and reign supreme in a new era where the Drakharin are almighty and the Avicen are nothing but a memory.

The war that has been brewing for centuries is finally imminent. But the scales are tipped. Echo might hold the power to face the darkness within the Dragon Prince, but she has far to go to master its overwhelming force. And now she’s plagued by uncertainty. With Caius no longer by her side, she doesn’t know if she can do it alone. Is she strong enough to save her home and the people she loves?

Whether Echo is ready to face this evil is not the question. The war has begun, and there is no looking back. There are only two outcomes possible: triumph or death.

Read The Excerpt

“Open your eyes, Brother.” Tanith relinquished her grip

on his hair. “Look. See what I have wrought.”

Caius did as she commanded, quelling the urge to rebel out of spite. Light seared his vision as his eyes adjusted to being used for the first time in days. Even as the initial burn faded, he couldn’t quite make sense of what he was seeing.

They were not in the catacombs beneath the keep; they were in a tomb. Alcoves set deep into the walls housed skeletons gone yellow with age. Caius caught sight of random weapons and pieces of armor: the broken blade of a bronze sword here, the pale green of a rusted helm there. The walls themselves were made of bones packed so tightly together that they appeared at first glance to be stone. Every few inches a row of teeth or an empty eye socket protruded from the wall, a grotesque reminder of the materials that comprised it. By the time Wyvern’s Keep had been built, the fashion of burying the honored dead in palaces of bone had long since passed, but Caius recognized the style of architecture. This was a warriors’ tomb, where victors were laid to rest among the remains of the vanquished.

The walls, however, were not the room’s most arresting sight. Set into the middle of the floor was what appeared to be a large, round metal seal. A crest had been etched into its surface; Caius did not immediately recognize the language of the text encircling it, but the symbols were familiar. He had come across similar pictographs in his research when he was hunting for the firebird. It was an ancient writing system, the secrets of which he had assumed were long lost.

A crack ran through the center of the seal, and from it arose the telltale black tendrils of the in-between. Caius could feel the magic pulsing through the rift. It was like the song of a siren beckoning sailors closer, aching for the satisfying destruction of ships crashing against rocks. It called to him, stronger than any normal gateway. There was something distressingly not right about the scene.

As he watched, the crack grew wider, and the power emanating from it became suffocating.

“You heard what the mage said,” came Tanith’s voice. Caius tore his eyes from the seal to look at her and immediately wished he hadn’t.

The crimson had bled out of her eyes and been replaced by an inky black, which made it seem as if another mind was looking out from behind his sister’s eyes. Dark veins ran up her bare arms, twisting and twining like the branches of a tree in winter. The color had been drained from her lips, giving her the sickly, pale appearance of a corpse dredged up from a river. Caius wanted to close his eyes again. The thing standing in front of him was not his sister. He could not think of her as such. His sister had been a being of fire and gold, blood and steel. This . . . this was something else entirely.

Cold fingers clamped around his chin. The second Tanith’s skin touched his, he felt the energy seep out of him. He had so little left to give that it reduced him to a slow trickle, a painful sludge. Tanith pulled his power from him as if she were gutting a beast she had felled in a hunt.

“I need more power,” said Tanith. “And you, Caius, are the perfect conduit. You are my blood, my flesh. We once shared a womb, and now we share magic.” Caius’s vision blurred at the edges as his sister continued to talk. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

It was not.

Finally, his well of power ran dry and she released him.

It took everything he had not to slump to the floor, half dead. He felt as bad as Tanith looked.

As he watched through slitted eyes, Tanith turned to the seal and projected her stolen power toward it. With the screech of metal snapping, another crack split the surface. Then another. And another. Magic churned the air, wild and uncontrolled, threatening to devour them all. The mages Caius had heard before threw up a barrier around the seal, a flimsy circle of magic that wouldn’t hold all that erratic power for long. The wrongness of it all compounded. He didn’t understand what he was seeing, but he knew it wasn’t right.

“What are you doing?” Caius asked, looking at the broken seal. His voice echoed inside his head, rattling around his skull painfully. The minor healing had already been un- done by Tanith’s leaching of his power. “What is this?”

The thing that was not his sister turned from the seal and fixed its unsettling black gaze on him.

“For a new world to be born, the old one must first make way.” Tanith’s lips split into a ghastly smile as she gazed at the cracked seal. “This, my dearest brother, is the end. And the beginning.”

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About Melissa Grey

Melissa Grey penned her first short story at the age of twelve and hasn't stopped writing since. As an undergrad at Yale, she learned how ride a horse and shoot a bow and arrow at the same time, but hasn't had much use for that skill since graduating in 2008.

Her debut novel, THE GIRL AT MIDNIGHT (Delacorte/Random House), is out now. The second book in the trilogy, THE SHADOW HOUR, will be published July 2016. The third and final book of the series will come out summer 2017.

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