The dragon puffed wisps of smoke into the fireplace, followed by a large ball of black goo. Fire wasn’t happening today. She picked up a codex bound in human skin and searched for a remedy.
Ah, brimstone tea.
She summoned a servant and gave him the order. But what was that smell? She sniffed the man, her steam breath scalding his neck.
Menthol? So soothing and oddly cool…
The dragon’s nostrils flared. “Atchoo!”
Flames engulfed the man, burning him to a crisp—and lit the firewood ablaze.
A cosy fire and a delicious snack? The dragon felt much better.
Author’s Note: What if a dragon caught a cold?
[…] she chats about her writing projects. I’m a big fan of her fantasy drabbles – click here for my favourite […]