JM“Heavy weighs the soul of a dragon who has lost his honor.”December 25, 1820, Mikhail Barinov as I remember him.The drawings were full of emotion, as though the artist had been fascinated with his subject. She carefully turned the page. Next was a drawing of a beast, one she remembered only too well. It stalked a herd of sheep over a hill, its wings tucked back against its body as it tried to creep up on them. The artist had written another description. “Mikhail can’t resist Mr. Bailey’s sheep. One of these days the old farmer will realize who is eating them.” Piper could almost hear the laughter in the artist’s voice, as though he were in the room with her. It was an eerie but not unwelcome feeling.
“Mikhail can’t resist Mr. Bailey’s sheep. One of these days the old farmer will realize
