Draco seriously doubts that he'll ever understand how anyone can find marshmallows appealing. Little lumps of sticky-sweet sugar, pierced with a stick that's been goodness-knows-where and then purposely burned to a crisp, just don't sound very appetizing to the dragon. But several of his newfound friends seem fond of them, and he thinks it might ( Read more... )

My favorite time of day? I'd like to say twilight, but twilight is such a simple word. It doesn't even begin to describe all the changes of light and color which take place between sunset and moonrise. In the draconic language, we have a different word for every stage of the sky as it shifts from day to night. There are literally thousands of ( Read more... )

With a skull-splitting roar and a burst of searing flame, a full-grown dragon descends from the skies. His armored hide is scarred with the marks of many battles, his spiked tail lashes out with deadly force, his talons are wicked and curving. There can be no doubt that this is a most fearsome beast indeed. He lands with wings outstretched to ( Read more... )