The Lady and the Eye

  I leap from the edge without thinking. A long drop to the icy river. Arrows pelt the water around me and I dive for my life. “Was she worth it,” I ask. Far above my station, to be sure. But worth it? She was warm, soft, sweet… and rich. …

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A Dragon For Cymnea

My memory is long, longer even than my life. I remember those things that befell my poor mother before I cracked my shell. I am part of my ancestry, a long, thin line stretching into the dark past. A tenuous line to be sure, for a dragon’s life on this …

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