“Master Lan approached the dragon timidly. He held the lamp in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other, ready to defend himself. His work silk slipper squelched in the dragon droppings. The beast roared again, a sound that made the girl want to curl up in a ball and weep.”
“Drac speeds through the jungle, but she can feel the fire from the Dragon’s mouth. She turns to fight.
But the Dragon is too big, too fierce. The Terrible tongue is poised to destroy her.”