![]() ![]() With the risk of sounding harsh, the brief summary I can give is as follows: A nearby city bestows a woman upon a female dragon every twenty-five years, the dragon loves these women wholly and on sight, the women love the dragon back seemingly through extreme Stockholm Syndrome, then the dragon must devour her loved companion in order to create some form of I suppose with the rating I'm giving this it may be odd to say that the writing was very good. I merely found the short story overly bizarre. I suppose with the rating I'm giving this it may be odd to say that the writing was very good. She took her time falling in love with me, but we’d had a year together. I still remember her bell-like laughter as she scratched the scales beneath my chin. Cassandra, the second of my loves, introduced me to such comforts. My cave is vast as a hall, so I have decorated it as such. I lit the lamps before she arrived, spread out the rugs, and dusted the furniture in hopes it would make her feel welcome. She stops herself before she can touch me, her hands curled to her breast. I slink to the side and use my body to block her way out. She dashes for the opening of the cave, but I am far, far quicker than she. Elinor doesn’t wait for me to explain further. “They seldom do.”Įach of my loves has had second thoughts near the end. Perhaps it has aged as I have, and Elinor is what they could spare. They used to vie for the honor, but it has been a long time since I’ve flown over the city. For the magic to work, she must love me too, and she cannot love me if she fears me so terribly. The shaking stops, but she does not relax. It is the nature of my kind to speak the truth, no matter how harsh. There is little I can say to the accusation. I press my leathery wings to my side and tuck my claws beneath my belly. The sour smell of fear wafts into my nostrils. “I know who you are.” Her hands travel over the walls of my cave like pale spiders, searching for cracks. ![]() My magic is strong, and won’t discriminate. Her hair and eyes are dark, her stature small, her figure plump. She is no great beauty, like they used to send me. All it took was a whiff of her scent and a glimpse of her face for me to fall. Through the fog of my vision I can tell that she trembles, and I lower my head so as not to frighten her. It has always seemed a fair, if cruel, bargain.Įlinor is not the first woman I have loved, though she may be the last. One life for the lives of all those in the city and a chance to love, if only briefly. Only an instrument carved from the bones of Laise’s loved ones can keep the delmen at bay. Centuries past, Laise made a promise: before the hatching, she falls in love with a maiden sent by the city, and then kills her. Every twenty-five years, the delmen hatch, eating everything and everyone in their path. Only an instrument carved from the bones of Laise’s loved ones can keep Love, promises, truth…and sacrifice.įor Laise the dragon, life is measured in cycles. For Laise the dragon, life is measured in cycles. ![]()
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