XXXII
Dark joined a stream of dragons as they flew above the city streets. The dragons, a variety of colors, flapped their wings and twirled as they merged into different intersections.
He had listened to Frog’s advice about how to get around in the city, and this place made more sense to him than it did the previous night when he could hardly fly without crashing into something.
It was surprisingly easy to navigate. There was traffic below, where cars sped along the gray asphalt roads that were divided into lanes. The lanes were punctuated every few hundred feet by stoplights that blinked in a succession of red, green, and yellow, like artificial gemstones, which seemed to Dark a very orderly way to herd the masses. Immediately above, approximately fifty feet, were the dragon lanes, wh
