Meet him in Book 3: The Misty Shores of Cioria, and see his adventures continue in Book 4: The Distant Isles of theDark Seas.

“He was a massive sight to behold, over seven feet of muscle and speed, with scales and wings and Well-practiced Zeah. Part elf, part dragon, and half of him a rare and celestial race. He wielded the Drramin Luar, the sword that had been made for his fallen uncle, the sword that had once fought against the god of demons, as he walked his father’s kingdom, determined to did it of the rebels who sought to undo all of their hard work.”

There is a point in the story when that which Loracaz loves most is threatened– more than that: harmed. He changes dramatically. The man he once was is replaced by a monster; cold and bitter and determined to destroy the one who robbed him of what he’d been fighting to protect. He roams his kingdom to quell the rebels and seek out his nemesis, eager to plunge the Drramin Luar through his heart. “Blood, Milk, and Sky” by White Zombie reminds me of This stage of his life.