Blackflame (Cradle, #3)

by Will Wight

Iteration 110

“That covers you all over, like burning smoke. It’s got a menacing look to it, I’ll tell you true. Jai Long will have to bring a diaper to the fight.”

“This Fierce Burning Outer Robe costs me more than I thought.” “First thing, we’re not calling it that.” She chewed on her lip as she thought. “Burning Cloak,” she said at last.

giant turtle followed him, big as a horse, munching on a chair as it left—a

Then, Jai Daishou’s pants vanished. He stood shivering in his underwear as all the Truegold elders pointed and laughed. When he tried to run away, his childhood teacher stepped out from behind a nearby building and told him it was his turn to present his project to the whole class.

“There’s more writing…a lot more.” Beneath the third line were more sayings in the ancient script. The dragon is respected. The dragon is cool. People like the dragon. “That’s really what it says?” Yerin asked. “It’s the best translation I can come up with. And there’s still more.” The dragon isn’t scared. The dragon wins all the time. The dragon could beat you up. The dragon left his ex-girlfriend, not the other way around, and she’s a liar so you shouldn’t trust anything she says about it anyway. “This dragon was working through some issues,” Yerin said. Lindon slowly covered the tablet back up with dirt.