Isle of the Dragons
Ashure wobbled on the Adze’s back for a moment before he straightened. He pressed his booted feet against its side to keep from sliding off, so of course, the damn thing tried to buck him off again. If he survived this flight, he was going to have a serious talk with Nali about her transportation choice.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he glimpsed the Isle of the Dragons’ jagged mountains ahead. Now, if only he could get this infernal creature to land without trying to kill him. His butt hurt, his back hurt, his head pounded with the same cadence as the rapid beat of the creature’s wings, and his arms ached from holding on so tightly. To top it off, he was covered in salty sea spray because the huge bug was flying too close for comfort above the rolling ocean waves.
