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Part 50 B:  Ah! Archrise! Part 50 BGandamak woke slowly, growling to himself as he struggled to regain consciousness.
"Damn those goddesses!" he snarled softly, snapping his jaws in frustration. "I almost had them!" Just then, he paused, sensing something close beside him and so, snapped around, aiming his malignant gaze on the gibbering creature beside him. "Oh... it's you..." he hissed softly.
"P-please, don't eat me!" Troubadour pleaded, staring up into the dragon's dripping maw. "I'm too young to die!"
"Oh shut up, you snivelling little insect" Gandamak snarled, rolling his eye at him. "You aren't even worth the time it would take to kill you..." The dragon turned away, inhaling deeply as it began to search for the scent of its prey, snapping his jaws with satisfaction as he found it. "Hold on girls, I'm coming for you!" he hissed and with a grunt, he struggled to his feet and began to slither away, forcing himself though the narrow passages that made up the Bastion in his pursuit of Temeraire and Persepho

Part 1:  Ah! Archrise!Chapter 1
Dancing With the Devil
The bitter wind howled through the mountains and down the valleys of Jötunnheim, carrying a promise of snow. It was always snowing in Jötunnheim and little wonder; this entire world was one vast mountain range, stretching from pole to pole. Every mountain was as high as the highest of Earth’s mountains, with many being higher, all scoured clear of life by the constant wind and snow. Only in the deepest of valleys could there be life. Thin, sickly pines sprouted from the weak soil, growing for no more than a few days in each year. Few animals dwelled within these forests and those that did had to be as tough and unforgiving as the landscape in which they lived. Those that didn’t or which became too old or weak or sick would be killed, either by the weather or by the Jötunns in their endless search for food. Jötunns… the most vile of races. They were frost giants, created as servants to the original gods, the Titans
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