“Take deep slow breaths,” it told her. “It will calm you.” Calm her? Slow breaths? Instead she sucked in a breath to tell it to go to hell, but ended up sending her late-night snack spewing across the dragon’s foot.… — G.A. Aiken Copy Share Image
“Hello.” She sighed. “Blue. You’re blue.” “I’m Éibhear the Blue.” After eighty-seven years, he never tired of saying that. “Of course you are.” — G.A. Aiken Copy Share Image
