Pemberley: Mr. Darcy's Dragon (Jane Austen's Dragons, #1)

by Maria Grace

She turned her glower on him, potent as wyvern venom. No one, save a dragon, had ever looked at him that way. She was stunning. And a little frightening.

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“You are a total cock up, Darcy. Bollocks for brains,” Walker squawked and flew off.

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She was the only woman he had ever met who not only heard dragons, but had the heart of one herself.

“That is because they were written by men, my dear, upon whom the government of men places the authority of law. So that is what they write about. However, Providence has put us in the place to care for hides and hearts. So, we must keep our own books.”

Papa sighed. “Yes. The sooner he begins to learn the nature of the estate, the better. I do hope you will find yourself recovered tolerably well enough to keep society with him by then.”

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