Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.
To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs.
Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.
You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.
I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.
I grew up on genre. If it had a dragon on the cover, I was interested. But horror, especially, really gripped me in its bony fist.
I'm the sort of person who, once I put dragons into the real world, feels obliged to think about how their presence would have changed history.
To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore.
Most of us know what we should expect to find in a dragon's lair, but, as I said before, Eustace had read only the wrong books. They had a lot to say about exports and imports and governments and drains, but they were weak on dragons.
If a dragon has already transferred their consciousness to their heart of hearts, then they will die a true death.
