Wings of Fire - Whiteout, Arctic, Foeslayer, Darkstalker Pillow

"After several heartbeats he realized there were two large dragons behind him, their wings drawn tight against the wind that buffeted them all. One was black as the night, one pale as the moons. He glanced down at his own scales, but he didn't have to see their colour to know he belonged with the dark one. That was Mother. She sparked with anger from snout to tail, but there was immense room inside her for love, and she adored him already, heart and soul. He could feel it. It filled him like the moonlight did, setting the world quickly into understandable shapes in his head. He loved her, too, immediately and forever. The danger came from the white dragon. This was Father, some kind of partner to the dragon who cared. The newly ...