There was a novel I read, years and years ago, about a dragon who fell in love with a human, despite both of them knowing full well that he (and his whelps from another dragon) would long outlive her. The whole story started out with his bitterness over being so lonely for centuries and missing her of course. When she died suddenly, I felt nothing. When they shared in detail what happened to her at the hands of a rival faction, I hummed in sympathy. When the dragon wailed and mourned until he had no breath left in his lungs, I nodded numbly and moved on. But when I got to the page where his little children found out when he returned home and crowded around him, I just broke down and bawled into my pillow—body wracking sobs—for almost a half hour. I couldn't even read anymore of it until the next morning.
The innocence of a child hits so hard, it's mystifying...it could be its own psychological science. God, this page hurts me too. 😢
There was a novel I read, years and years ago, about a dragon who fell in love with a human, despite
The adventure fanfic with him and Amber at Rolex's ranch is still simmering around in my head...I just haven't sat down and put an outline to it yet. But I do want that to happen. 🥹
The adventure fanfic with him and Amber at Rolex's ranch is still simmering around in my head...I j
