Are the old ways good enough for you?Something hot welled up in Santa. She hurled it away before she learned what it meant. “No, I suppose not.”Then change is inevitable.“You’re wiser than you sound, you know.”Dragons are surprising creatures.

Their desperation must have been great, indeed. Desperation or greed. Is there a difference? Some days, I cannot tell.

Sanna hesitated, then shook her head. “Magic is dangerous. It nearly destroyed all the dragons in the massacre.”“I want it.

I have reconciled myself to our new lives. Our new fate, as Talis would say. As if fate were a merging, shifting thing. As if it were controlled by something other than ourselves.

One does not have to see the sea to know that monsters live there.

Fine,” she said as she climbed on top of Luteis. “But we will figure it out.”We will, Luteis agreed, voice eager. But first — flight.

Sanna of the Forest," Luteis murmured. He nudged her gently with his snout. "My heart mourns for you.

Find one thing to do," she murmured, reciting the advice Mam had given her when she was a little girl, staring at the teacups, unsure where to start. "Then do it.

I think he wanted to kiss me.""What does that mean?""I don't know.""Is it a form of attack?""Uh… not really, I guess. Most witches probably like it."What is done during this… kiss?This time, Sanna's cheeks flared she turned away grateful that shadows had fallen. “You touch with your lips.”He snorted. "I cannot see the purpose.""Me either.