“A dragon? Of all the f*****g cli...” This was very much my own voice, I discovered that there was actually a limit to what I was willing to accept without a fight. I didn’t complete the sentence because I noticed it hadn’t seen me. The bright golden eyes, set in a ridge where the head joined the body, were focused elsewhere. I realized with a hammer blow of knowledge that there are predators in the far depths of space, far beyond the furthest reaches of puny explorations. And delicious morsels like myself should not attract their attention.
The dragon snorted, flicked its talons, knocked the silver framework onto the ground scattering the firestones. It disappeared, as did the doorway to wherever Empress Ingea had been hiding, waiting for faithful servants to call her home. The fireston
