“Well now,” the dragon says to her in a voice like rolling thunder, “who are you really here to save?” — Patti Larsen Copy Share Image
“left them to their morning, stepping out into the fresh air, exhaling in relief while I peeled away the stinky humidity of the yellow… — Patti Larsen Copy Share Image
“I was always an odd child, though I had no idea what odd was, really.” — Patti Larsen Copy Share Image
