“Silly dragon, you aren’t a beast,” she whispered as she lifted to her toes to kiss him again. She savored the moment, pressing in close and twining her arms around his neck. “You’re my dragon, and I couldn’t love anyone… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“A vision washes over my mind. Elena’s innocent face, inches away from mine, her arms tight around my neck. Somewhere, a dragon is roaring, flecks of hot spittle twirling past in yellow clouds. The silhouette of a woman wavers in… — Daniel H. Wilson Copy Share Image
