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.”

If they do come over, you simply must let me do most of the talking. You’re so free with your words and thoughts, you’re certain to say something socially ruinous.”

there is a prevailing attitude that boys raised by women are made soft and unmanly by it.” “Well, whatever they’re doing seems to turn out absolutely awful young men,” I said, frowning.

I had become like Crow, venturing to dangerous and unknown lands to bring fire back to my people. I wondered, as we sat together in one another’s company, what we were going to burn with it.