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AngereXoster roared in her fury. Fer cowered behind the blocks of stone as the huge dragon lashed around, spraying fire at anyone or anything daring to come near. In truth it wasn't that, or the creature's enormous size and strength, that really alarmed her. It was the hatred, the unreasoning wrath burning in the wyrm's mind. The dragons of old had hidden their thoughts behind impenetrable walls, so she'd read. They were noble, wise beings that formed deep bonds of friendship and understanding with their riders. Xoster made no attempt to conceal her true self. Perhaps she simply didn't care, or perhaps the rage within her was too great to contain. Or perhaps, over the centuries, alone with her loss, she'd simply forgotten how to shutter her thoughts and feelings. The aet
