By Curse or Fire

A massive eagle swoops past, its ear-piercing cry blocking out Aries’ question as it snatches a ribeye. Aries’ dragon launches after it – tail nearly knocking his master off the cliff – but Aries just laughs and tosses more meat on the grill.

“What did you say?” I ask, rubbing my ear.

“I’m wondering what you plan to do. If it were me, I’d feed them to Nithe.”

Nithe blasts a stream of fire, but the eagle gets away. “Might be a cleaner end. Rach is likely to get out a trepan, and Vera…well, her curses can be quite nasty.”