how do the gods fit into this?” Jason asked, shaking his head. He might have been a bit startled by the dragon at first, but now he saw this encounter as an opportunity. If this creature could answer some of the questions he’d been tackling for weeks and months now, then he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth – or a giant dragon the size of a small mountain. “They are parasites,” the dragon hissed, a sharp edge to his mental voice. “Those so-called gods feed upon the magic of this world.”
