Epilogue
“So comes snow after Fire, and even dragons have their ending.”
—JRR Tolkien
Snow was falling thickly over a little house in a quaint neighborhood only two miles from a lake. The night was cold, but the inside of the house was filled with warmth and laughter. Madelyn leaned into Grigori as she told her parents about everything she’d seen in Russia and how she’d met him.
“You met while researching?” Her father asked as he poured Grigori a second glass of wine.
“Yes, we were interested in the same thing.” Grigori’s lips curved in a smile and he winked at her, making her bite her own lip to keep from laughing. That was certainly one way of putting it.
“Dragons? You are interested in dragons?” Her mother had just pulled a tray of cookies out the oven and the smell of the freshly
