MARK FARLEY: Sir Prancelot’s Bad Day

The dragon was expecting him. Huddled against a crag, silver scales blending perfectly with the mountainside, she watched his approach. Her claws flexed. A tongue of flame curled at the back of her throat… When the knight dismounted, she swept in and grabbed his horse. “Enjoy the walk home, bozo!” Mark Farley is writing about…

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