‘What I gathered was this. That his grandmother was a Gatemaker of the sidhe. I had believed them all gone. The boy could be a bird, a badger, a fox—and probably a dragon if he’d detained them long enough to learn one, and had the ability to encompass that knowledge. The boy was an instinctual shapeshifter, which meant he only wore the boy shape because his kin were sidhe and human and he’d loved their faces and held their hands. Sustained contact was the only way he might have learned to be a dragon. Dragons don’t belong in any of the worlds, Earth or the Sidh, the hells, the heavens, the
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