Melody jostled a dust-coated box into the backseat of her car. The box had remained untouched for the three years she'd been at Harvard. Why had she insisted on bringing it to law school? She'd just ... [+]
Huffle walked heavily along. He had just had another argument with his father. Flamethrower was a big ruby dragon aged 625 and he could not stand the fact that his youngest son did not have a job. "Why can't you follow your brothers' example? Grunter has been working in the forge since he was 193. When Hothead joined up with the royal guards he was only just 181. Even Burnie found a job in the mine before he was 207! And you, you're 212, and you're still at home!" Huffle would have liked to make his father proud of him, but he was not like his brothers. He was not big and muscly, and his flame