The Last Dragon Chronicles - Book 2
A Word for Wyvern
Kit believed she was the last of her kind, until something falls out of the eastern sky.
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Kit used to be a dragon. Now she keeps a hoard of people in a town called Briarwell: a fork set by her plate each evening, porridge with extra honey, a blacksmith who growls and means stay. She thought she had learned everything warm a three-hundred-year-old creature could learn.
Then something falls out of the eastern sky. It is hurt, and it is wild, and it cannot say a single word, and the whole town turns out into a cold field to keep it alive anyway. And Kit, who guarded gold for three centuries, finds she has one thing the rest of them do not: a sound only dragons make, the kind that tells a frightened thing it is not, after all, alone.
A cozy fantasy about the bravest, warmest thing of all: opening your hand. Closed-door, clean, dry-witted, and full of people who set a fork by your plate.
“Her people keep widening. Her name keeps growing. And far to the east, something is still waking.”
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