To Shape a Dragon's Breath (Nampeshiweisit #1)

by Moniquill Blackgoose

“This is how Masquapaug will die,” Grandma said. “Not murdered, like Naquipaug, or smothered, like the Naregannisit and the Akashneisit, but slowly by bleeding away its young people. More and more of you every year. My own grandchildren. I shouldn’t have lived long enough to feel this pain.”

“All I’ve ever tried to do is the right thing,” I said. “If that’s so very different from how things have been done before, then what’s been done before was wrong.”