Dragon Reign: Book I - The One Prophecy
...The bright morning star blazed through his chambers abruptly and harshly, awakening the Dragon Lord. His silvery blue eyes squinted in the brilliance of daylight. His bedchamber was glass-like black marble, much like the rest of his fortress. He cursed the reflective nature of the stone for its mirror-like ability to magnify the incoming light.
The silver dragoness that lay sleeping next to him had been pleasurable enough the night before, he would kill her quickly, sparing her any torture. Lord Reign rose as he always did, in agony. He knew the blood within him was raging a constant war. Mixed heritage was only a social blight for those cursed with a combination of two like races, his was a different bane altogether. The Ancients would pay for this curse...