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The golden eyes of not one but two greens meet mine, consuming my field of vision. Oh. Fuck. To approach a green dragon, lower your eyes in supplication and wait for their approval. That’s what I read, right? I drop my gaze as one chuffs another breath at me. It’s hot and appallingly wet, but I’m not dead yet, so that’s a plus.
Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)
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