“I speak only truth, O Great One.” She snorts, emitting a spurt of red fire and a coil of inky smoke. “Oh, I’m sure you think so. But as you must have learned by now, a perceived truth is often not the same as truth itself. In fact, it may be the very worst of lies. And no matter how firmly believed,”—she leans in closer, her lip curling to reveal a flash of teeth—“you cannot slip such lies under a dragon’s nose. I’ll sniff out the falsehood every time.
I love a wise dragon.
