Leeron Heywood Writing

An Eon Of Stargazing And Collaboration

Since long before I hatched, dragons have watched the night sky and longed to know the truth of the stars…

Velvet Golden Years

She was old. Which, for a dragon, meant over three hundred years had flown with her.

Happy Hoard, Happy Life

It always snowed on the mountain. Always. Until one day it didn’t…

An Enticing Unwitting Violet Doom

The meteorite painted the night sky a dazzling violet, shining like a gift from the heavens. But what it carried was death incarnate.

Anomalical Managerial Concern

As I unseal the double doors I’m hit with a dissonant wash of cheap bleach and expensive cologne. Great. There goes any hope of getting off work early today…

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