Had someone told me even six short months ago that magic and witches and vampires were real, I would have told them they’d been reading too many fantasy novels. Had they told me I’d one day be soaring over the Himalayas on the back of a freaking dragon, I would have sat them down and called a doctor. But here I am, sitting on Ani’s back, which is surprisingly comfortable, his neck so vast that I have plenty of room.
