A Displaced Guest From Way Out Of Town
Thing is, Craig had never been an imaginative sort. Not even as a child. So him rushing into the tavern blathering about a monster from tales was… odd.
Thing is, Craig had never been an imaginative sort. Not even as a child. So him rushing into the tavern blathering about a monster from tales was… odd.
Since long before I hatched, dragons have watched the night sky and longed to know the truth of the stars…
She was old. Which, for a dragon, meant over three hundred years had flown with her.
It always snowed on the mountain. Always. Until one day it didn’t…
The meteorite painted the night sky a dazzling violet, shining like a gift from the heavens. But what it carried was death incarnate.