Game of Thrones: The Dance of the Dragons, but I Am Daemon Blackfyre

When the blood of Redgrass Field soaked into the patterns of the Blackfyre blade, Daemon Blackfyre's roar was cut off by a poisoned arrow—the rebel who incited the division of the Seven Kingdoms unexpectedly opened his eyes on Dragonstone a hundred years earlier. In the sky of 97 AC, true dragons still circled, and the fuse of the Dance of the Dragons had not yet been lit. He had become a vague footnote in the Targaryen family tree—"orphan of Prince Aemon, mother unknown." The black dragon mark on his shoulder burned like charcoal, resonating with the roar of the Cannibal deep within the dragon lair; the "ancestors" before him were vivid as knives: the purple eyes of "the Queen Who Never Was" Rhaenys hid unquenched ambition, the sword edge of "the Rogue Prince" Daemon Targaryen reflected youthful arrogance, and the cough of "the Old King" Jaehaerys carried the weight of the Iron Throne. He was once the "Black Dragon" who overthrew the Targaryens, but now he must ride the most ferocious wild dragon, the Cannibal, together with his great-grandfather who bore the same name...