For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life.

To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.

Besides, if there were no dragons of flesh and blood and fire, whence would come the idea for these stone carvings?

...sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

One had a knife. But I had a staff and was trained to use it.

THE HEIR OF NIGHT by Helen Lowe is a richly told tale of strange magic, dark treachery and conflicting loyalties, set in a well realized world.

Start writing sooner. Don't wait for permission. Don't hesitate.