“Have no fear, princess,” I say, hoping to put her at ease. “I’ve had Knar since he was a foal, born from a burst of sulfur and smoke in the land beneath the Fiery River.” “Really?” She shoots me a quick glance. “He looks quite vicious.” “Oh, he absolutely is. He would devour me in a couple of mouthfuls if he thought he could get away with it. But that’s the great virtue of morleth—you never doubt where you stand with them. They don’t pretend to be your friend, but if you treat them with respect, you can find ways to coexist to mutual benefit.” She considers this. “Sounds rather like life at
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