I had to keep reminding myself that the three impossibly large wolves, pacing impatiently a short distance away, were real, while the enormous roasted pigs that I saw dancing in air were not. Reality was desperately unfair.

Dragons would make poor merchants. We lack the patience to bargain, and we tend to eat the inventory.

I moved my head closer to Harlan.
He showed no fear. His smirk held steady. “If you’re thinking of getting friendly, I’ve already told you I’ve a wife, even if she’s far away”.

I had come to Ni-Yota with a simple mission: save my sister, kill the wizard. I had teeth, wings, determination, and maybe a bit of magic to aid me. Easy as gobbling a goat. Instead, I found myself entangled with a strange human, feuding dragons, and a web of intrigue I didn’t understand. Also, Ni-Yota had no goats.

I am Bayloo, He Who Was A Slave. I will always be Bayloo. But I have become more. I am the Son of She Who Was Dawn. I am the Seeker of the Lost Truth.

I can kill her. I will kill her. I am sorry for that, my friend.

One of my first acts as a free dragon had been to get a person killed. How very human of me.

A human roar was less fearsome than a dragon’s fart.

This is important, Bayloo. Books may not dazzle on the outside, but the contents can be far more valuable than diamonds.

You feel lighter than before,” I told him. “How much did your common sense weigh before you lost it back there?

Nothing was sacred to humans—even the things they themselves had declared to be sacred in the first place.