The Black Mausoleum (The Memory of Flames Book 4)

Two years have passed since the events of The Order of the Scales. Across the realms, dragons are still hatching. Hatching, and hatching free. Skorl is an Ember, a soldier trained from birth to fight dragons. He is a living weapon, one-shot only, saturated with enough dragon-poison to bring down a monster all on his own. Misanthrope, violent and a drunk, to fulfil his purpose and slay a dragon, means to be eaten. Now Skorl has a choice: he can hang for his crimes, or he can go with the last of the Adamantine Men, fighting against an enemy he was born to face. Rat is an Outsider. He's on the run and he's stumbled onto something that's going to make him rich beyond all his dreams. It's just a shame that the end of the world has started without him. Kataros is an alchemist, one of the order responsible for keeping the dragons in check. One of the order that has just failed, and disastrously so. Two men, one woman. One chance to save the world from a storm of dragons ... Our world ended in flames. Flames that came on the wings of hundreds of dragons. Our kingdoms fell, cities burned; peasants, Kings and Queens all reduced to ash. The few that survive scrabble for safety in cages and forests. But three people have stopped running. An alchemist. She was made to wield power through blood and magic. Over man and dragon alike. An Adamantine man. Born to fight dragons, bred to die fighting dragons. A thief. A madman, possessed by something more terrifying than even a dragon. A madman with a secret. They are our only hope