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

by Moniquill Blackgoose

The shapeless medicine of a dragon’s breath is change.

“I don’t believe that any of the changes that you or others seem to expect of me would be improvements,” I said. “I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with the way that I dress, or speak, or behave. My clothes are clean, and in good repair. I can make myself understood. I am honest, and I endeavor to be kind. I don’t speak ill of others regarding things beyond their control, and I don’t speak against anyone who hasn’t given personal insult to me or my loved ones. I wouldn’t consider a person to be my social inferior simply for being poor.”

“I think you ought not judge the Anglish as a whole by the actions of the very rich and socially well connected; they’re a different breed.