Sinister Magic (Death Before Dragons, #1)

by Lindsay Buroker

You have a mother? Yes. You’ve never spoken of her. We don’t have a lot in common. Does she like tigers? It hasn’t come up. Strange. Yes.

This is dialogue between Val and Sindari. I think you can tell which is which despite having lost all the line breaks...

“When you joined the army, I thought you were going to be a pilot. I didn’t think I’d get a hitman for a daughter.” “I’m a hitwoman, thank you.”

The dragon is back. Right above us. Shit. I don’t think dragons do that. Nobody’s that magical.

This is dialogue between Val and Sindari. I think you can tell which is which despite having lost all the line breaks...

“You’ll have to trust me that he’s wise and witty.” I’m positive she can tell that from the regal way I carry myself. You’ve got werewolf blood spattered on your tail. Regally.

This is dialogue between Val and Sindari. I think you can tell which is which despite having lost all the line breaks...

“My life has gotten very strange in the last thirty-six hours,” Dimitri remarked. “I’ve seen your yard art. Your life was already strange.” “Have we known each other long enough that it’s appropriate for you to insult me?”

Can’t I just find a soft spot on his hide and stab him with a syringe when he’s not looking? Dragons don’t have soft spots. That figures.

This is dialogue between Val and Sindari. I think you can tell which is which despite having lost all the line breaks...

“Do not interrupt me, mongrel.” “You paused. I thought it was my turn to talk.” “I paused to gather my thoughts.” “That is important. Carry on.” Val… Sindari’s gaze was less impassive as he looked at me. Don’t goad the dragon.

“Do you never stop interrupting when greater beings speak to you?” “I don’t think you know how conversations work.”