Know your enemy, my son.
Know your enemy, my son.Know your enemy, my son.Respect his skill; admire his cunning.
Respect his skill; admire his cunning.Respect his skill; admire his cunning.For the Dragon was built
For the Dragon was builtFor the Dragon was builtFor War.
For War.For War.-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS-
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS--They hung in the clear blue winter’s sky like two glistening jewels. Two Dragons. One a Winged Beastie, her giant batwings stretched out to the fullest, riding the thermal drafts of the rugged forest hills like some dreaded Dark Lord. Her wingspan was a good fifty feet. Her body, a charcoal gray color, with its long serpentine neck and equally long horned tail delicately balancing her in her flight, sat in the sky as if she were a natural part o
