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The Dragon Journals - 14
The Venom-Hisser said to be careful.
But I'm always careful. I never let the mans touch me.
I'm always careful, aren't I?
Then why do I feel so relaxed? I let them get too close. I was so stupid toady, I was an idiot... I'm lucky I'm still alive.
My cave door opened, and the man-cage was clear and empty. All the wood from the last time was gone and I could see the second door. I saw it, and I remembered it. I hated looking at it, but I remembered it.
It'll give me nightmares again, I just know it.
But at least the air out in the man-cage was freshthe Dyad's cave is still bleeding an evil stench. It's unbea
The Dragon Journals - 13
Fishbone didn't come yesterday.
I didn't feel very good. My head still hurt.
When I woke up I thought I was still in the field with the good smells and the bugs. But I was back in the hole. I remembered. I came back because I'd been thirsty.
I drank a lot of water.
The neck-thing was still on me, and it rubbed and squeezed and hurt. I tried to get it off, but I couldn't reach it with my claws or my teeth. I tried rolling on my back, but that made it worse.
I waited for Fishbone for so long, but he never came.
I was hungry.
He'd been bringing me food. I wanted him to come.
I tried to skim some fish from the
Vestige - 1
Chapter 1 At Last
This is Berk.
It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three.
Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless.
The people that grow here are even more so.
The only upsides are the pets.
Where some people have ponies or parrots...
...we have dragons.
A small dragon known as a Terrible Terror landed flat on the sleeping boy's face, chittering loudly.
Most people would be put off housing with vicious, fire-breathing reptiles.
The Terror gave the boy a friendly flame-burst hello before fluttering up to the shoulder of its master: a burly, dark-haired man sporting a scar from brow to cheek o
The Dragon Journals - 12
Tiny One roaring at me some more. Never know why he growls so much.
But... really don't care.
Why am I stuck next to Tiny One anyway? Need better cave. Wish I had Spiky One's cave all the way on other side. Tiny One's a downer.
Got through door and he roars at me. Found second door and he roars at me. Tried to chomp through second door... and all the mans want to hurt me.
They make more loud noises all the time. Hurt my hearing.
But that's okay.
I'm happy now. Just in my cave.
I got some seriously good junk in here.
I like Whip-F
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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