Jordan
Sorcha’s large shadow crossed over me as she circled above the hill outside the palace, angling down to land. For as big as she was, she landed gently, though I didn’t miss the wide eyes of a palace worker staring out through a crack in the doorway before he scurried away. I couldn’t blame him—my own pulse sped as Sorcha sailed toward me, then landed with a heavy thud on the grass and stumbled to a stop right in front of me like an oversized, red-scaled, flighted elephant. If the Teionyrians had realized that a dragon was just as new and strange for me as for them, they might have felt less embarrassed about gawking. Perhaps I should’ve made a point to tell them.