The Dinosaur Princess is a thrilling epic fantasy adventure set in an alternative world of intrigue, beauty, brutality…and dinosaurs. WELCOME TO PARADISE: A primordial world with every species of dinosaur, large and small. And humans, who were brought to this world on the whim of the gods . Knights ride into battle on Triceratops; their heroes lead them on T-Rexes. Karyl Bogomirskiy is one such hero. Once, he held power. Betrayed by those closest to him, he was resurrected by the Fae, magical beings native to the world, who seek to use him in their eternal battle against alien gods. Karyl just wants to be left in peace, reluctant to be anyone’s tool, much less a savior. But the gods have returned to judge their human experiment and to finally rid the planet of the Fae. And while Karyl doesn’t feel like a hero, he’s humanity’s last best hope. The Dinosaur Princess is the newest epic fantasy adventure set in a world where knights ride armored dinosaurs into battle, hailed by George R. R. Martin as "A cross between Jurassic Park and Game of Thrones." The Dinosaur Lords Series #1 The Dinosaur Lords #2 The Dinosaur Knights #3 The Dinosaur Princess Praise for The Dinosaur Lords “Politics and panache, style and sex―and more terrible lizards than you can shake a saber at. It’s a rich and sprawling read that hooks you at the first page and keeps you guessing, gasping, and cheering all the way to the last.”―Cherie Priest “ The Dinosaur Lords has lords, ladies, castles, swords, eldritch gods, not-quite zombies, a not-quite Earth, pirates, jungles, and…dinosaurs! It also has a complex set of varied characters who engage with their heroism and commonplace faults, and a driving plot that fascinates as we learn more about this world that isn’t but should have been. And there are dinosaurs. Knights riding dinosaurs. Prepare to be entertained!”―S.M. Stirling “Milán skillfully crafts his characters, giving significant thought to just how knights might use dinosaurs…Readers who pick this up for the gimmick will relish it for the able storytelling.”― Publishers Weekly Acclaimed author Victor Milán (1954-2018) was best known for his award winning science fiction novel Cybernetic Samurai and his fantasy series The Dinosaur Lords . In previous worlds he was a cowboy and Albuquerque's most popular all-night prog-rock DJ. The Dinosaur Princess By Victor Milán Tom Doherty Associates Copyright © 2017 Victor Milán All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-0-7653-3298-1 CHAPTER 1 Hada , the Fae — Also demonio, demon. An individual is called a Faerie . A race of wicked supernatural creatures, who defy the Creators' will and seek to tempt humanity into ruin. Fighting together, humankind, the Grey Angels, and the Creators Themselves defeated their attempt to conquer all Paradise during the dreadful Demon War. Notorious for their pranks, which can be cruel, and their fondness for driving bargains with mortal men and women. Which they keep, but seldom as expected. –A PRIMER TO PARADISE FOR THE IMPROVEMENT OF YOUNG MINDS THE EMPIRE OF NUEVAROPA, FRANCIA, ARCHIDUCHÉ DU HAUT-PAYS: "Lord Karyl, I'm your death." Quickly though the sibilant crackle had snapped Karyl Bogomirskiy to wakefulness, thought caught his body already in motion, rolling out of the simple pallet in the sumptuous tent. He hit the fine Ovdan carpet spread across the tent's canvas floor. Without need for conscious intent, he dropped his shoulder, rolled, and snapped to his feet, facing back at his bed. A spurt of yellow fire blazed up in a twist of stinking smoke — but briefly, since both the baggy linen mattress and the vexer feathers it was stuffed with were hard to kindle. Beyond it, something floated in midair. All he could make out was a random seethe of lights and shadows, angles and forms, shapes and void. Now it looked like a beautiful nude woman with purple skin; now a miniature Three-horns; now a thorn-bush; now a black whirlwind; now a man with the head of the mythical Home beast called the ram, with two huge horns curling from it; now jags of primary-colored triangles like shatters of a pane of glass; now a flame. Chimes and grinding noises and gurgles like a Thunder-titan digesting its day's graze chased each other through Karyl's ears. He smelled jasmine, fresh dew, candles, shit. In his hand he felt the cool, hard reassurance of a dagger hilt. He hadn't needed thought to grab that as he escaped the bed, either. At the evening's great feast, to celebrate the day's great victory, Karyl had drunk sparingly of wine, and no ale at all. He preferred water. In the weeks after he had awakened from what he thought was sure death, he had sought shelter from the head pains and night terrors in a bottle. Even now, confronting horror, he felt a shudder of fear at the thought of what he had found instead. Sanctuary wasn't it. Clear though his mind was, it took him a full, steady breath to come to grips with what he was confronti