Fiction: “Dragonomics,” by Richard J. Dowling
Unlike most of his brethren, the
dragon Slagadune slept with both eyes closed, for he could smell any
intruder foolhardy enough to stumble into his cave. A single blast of
his blazing breath would turn the hardest steel to ash and melt skin and
bones to butter. What’s more, dragonfire was not the only weapon at his disposal…
Until, that is, just after the witching hour, when an unmistakeable stench made his nostrils flare, and snatched him from his sleep, and he woke already knowing that into his domain a familiar creature had come. More than one, in fact, as the odour was overpoweringly strong. Sure enough, six pairs of beady eyes shone through the gloom like gems.
“Dwarves,” he rasped. “Come to steal my gold have you? Slagadune shall steal your souls.”
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RICHARD J. DOWLING is a writer who hopes to bring a smile to the faces of life-forms throughout the galaxy and in all dimensions. Born in England, he currently resides in Spain and, for the moment, is happy living on Earth. You can reach him at his facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/RichardJDowling
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