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Meg handled the egg with oven mitts, but it felt pleasantly warm against Sue’s bare palms. She kissed the shell and felt her dragon stir.

Heavy wings flapped overhead. Joe scrambled down a rope in the well. Flames roared, the rope burned, and he tumbled to the cold water below.

The dragon sniffed the girl tied in front of his cave. She was no maiden. His pact with the village was broken. Now he could eat them all.

About Jamie

Jamie Lackey lives in Pittsburgh with her husband and their cats. She has over 160 short fiction credits, and has appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, and Escape Pod. She has a novella and two short story collections available from Air and Nothingness Press. In addition to writing, she spends her time reading, playing tabletop RPGs, baking, and hiking. You can find her online at

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