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Always know where a dragons tail is

And with that thought came a loneliness so sharp and cruel, it felt like an axe cleaving her heart in two.

Asha could see that barefoot child inside her. She could hear the stories spilling from her lips as she ran through the moonlit Rift. She could feel that butterfly heart as her steps brought her closer to an ancient evil.

As realization sunk in, Asha screamed her rage - at Elorma, at the Old One, and at the bloodred moon waning above her. And when she was done screaming, the shadow dragon remained. Head tilted. Eyes fixed on her. As if to say: Where are you going? Can I come too?

Death is a thief

Haven’t we been through this? I love danger.

Iskari let others define her because she thought she didn't have a choice. Because she thought she was alone and unloved.

Moria bowed low to the king of Firgaard. She did not meet his gaze for fear he would see the raging fire in her eyes. She did not speak her name for fear he would hear the sharpened edge of her voice.

The stories Essie most loved were ones about the Skyweaver, a goddess who spun souls into stars and wove them into the sky.

The story of a girl who hunted dragons to soothe the hurt in her heart. The story of the dragon who changed her.

The two sisters didn't come wailing. They came quietly, holding on to each other. As if they needed no one's comfort but the other's. As if, as long as they were together, there was nothing to be afraid of.

When she remained silent, the slave went back to work. He started humming the tune of a song only to stop, rearrange the notes, then sing them again in a different order. He did this over and over. Like he was testing the song and it kept failing him. Asha lay back, letting his voice distract her from the teeth-grinding pain of his needle sewing her up. A story rose to mind, unbidden. Rayan strode through his mother's orange grove and stopped sharp. Someone was singing. Someone with the voice of a nightingale.

You could die," she whispered. "Everything dies," he whispered back. "I'm afraid of so much more than dying.