Wednesday, February 9, 2011

An excerpt from "Blood Rocks and Icy Waters"

"Can you fly, little man?" The large man laughed coldly, "'Cause your pet dragons left you." Marduck said nothing, glaring up at the man. Even now, he could feel his control slipping, his connection to the earth weakening. He knew he couldn't keep this up much longer and he had no more tricks up his sleeves. As much as he tried to hide it, he was as sore and tired as his draconic companions. As a last ditch attempt, Marduck slowly began the process of turning himself into water.

Before he could even start, he was startled out of concentration by the feeling of being plucked off the ground by the scruff of his collar. He looked down at his dangling feet, before glancing upward. He saw above him a icy white and blue European dragon, female in appearance if he recalled correctly, the size of a mid sized hut. The dragon lifted her serpentine neck and swung him lightly to her back, placing him down about her shoulder region. The only halfway intelligent thing that came out of his mouth was, "Huh?"

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