Okay, okay...I know it's another Daily Dragon who is actually one of you squishies, but I've just finished reading this book. It's amazing. I do love this series, but Colin beat me to it and wrote a review.
Now that we are getting to know each other a little more, I thought I might introduce you to some of the more eccentric and unusual members of my extended family.
I tried to come up with a suitable title for this series of posts, but as you don't speak Dragon, Colin came up with
The Daily Dragon
I know, it's rather simplistic, and I don't intend to post every day, but it will suit my purpose for now.
Anyway, on to today's victim...sorry, guest. Meet cousin Clyde.
He came around the other night and lay down for a little nap. The thing is, he doesn't know Colin's kids very well, so when he woke up he found himself like this. Do not underestimate the power of children with imagination and colouring pencils.
I mean, the short prequel Origins of the Never had some magnificent specimens of dragon kind. But besides a few dead dragon carcasses, there were none to be found in the story itself.
Or so I thought, until I read Worlds of the Never. I can't believe how blind I was! They were there in front of my eyes the whole time. Granted, even the characters in the book aren't aware of their place in the whole plan, but I should have seen it. All the clues are there.
I won't spoil it for the rest of you humans. Read the books. Find the dragons.
I thought I'd share a picture of my auntie Mabel's encounter with the Easter Bunny. What? You think he's not real? Little git tried to steal her eggs. I can still remember the smell of roast rabbit. Mmmmm
This one has me all a flutter, as it's both of the above, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I intend to pay a visit to Ms Lugo later on, to congratulate her in person. Apparently she likes cognac, so I'll stop off at my stash on the way. I have a little of the 1781 left aside for special occasions. For now, I will simply link in the review that Colin has written.
Today was a hard day for Colin. I won't bore you with the details, but the storm clouds in his head were threatening lightning, and I despise lightning. Singes my wings you see.
Fortunately, our relationship has defrosted of late, so I told him to give himself a shake and do something he loves, in order to calm down.
So, at this moment, while I write this blog, Colin is writing a little short story for an anthology he's been invited to participate in. I've read it, it's actually rather good. Quite dark, as it begins in a particularly morbid place. Auschwitz. Now, of all the many unfortunate things you humans inflict upon each other, this one sickens me the most. I know Colin actually shed a tear while writing it.
The thing is, writing is a wonderful way to relieve stress. You can disappear into a world of your own making, write in things or people who have annoyed you; and then kill them.