Dragon Collector Quotes

“This is ridiculous! Why would he even do that?” I complained. “They’re not going to let me leave me the castle, are they?” Regretfully, Diana shook her head. “Which means I can’t go out and paint.” Another shake from Diana confirmed my worst fears. “What am I going to do?” Diana stepped closer to me and put two hands on my shoulders. We were used to being this close, especially when sparring, but something about this moment felt more intimate. “Keep your head down for a while,” Diana advised. “Earn his good graces back, do as you’re told, and this will pass.” “Or, and hear me out, I punch him in his stupid face until he realizes I could raze this city to the ground if I so chose.” I glared at Diana. Diana’s face flattened. “Yes, you could,”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Yes.” Ffamran laughed again. “You may not believe it, Martin, but I feel invigorated in a way I can’t explain.” “Apparently, the light comes with a Red Bull chaser,” I joked, but Ffamran didn’t respond to me.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Fueled by frustration, I stood up and stepped out from Ffamran’s wing. “Where the hell were you?” “Watching,” Rebekah said casually. “Watching?” I screamed. “We were just attacked, and you were just watching? You didn’t think that, as the captain of the guard, you should come and help?” “No, she did not,” Ffamran chimed in, “because she ordered the attack.” I looked from the dragon to Rebekah, mouth agape. “You did what?” “It was a test,” Rebekah explained. “And I am happy to say you passed. It was rocky there for a moment, but you pulled through.” “What kind of bullshit test was that?” I asked, my voice still raised to a shout. “Sometimes, gifts manifest under pressure, and since nothing else seemed to be working, I used this as a last resort.” She shrugged. “You’re welcome.” “You aren’t good enough in bed to pull something like this…” I grumbled in my head, which caused Ffamran to laugh uncontrollably”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Dragons’ sleep schedules are not like humans’.” Ffamran shrugged. “Sometimes, I do not require more than a short eighteen to twenty-hour nap. Other times, I can sleep for days at a time. My record is eighteen days by the way.” He yawned. “Perhaps I shall try to beat my record with a truly glorious nap.” “So, you’re basically a fire-breathing cat with scales,” I commented.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Do we get the night off?” I asked as I looked around, but the captain was nowhere to be found. It was a moonless night, and the courtyard was much darker than usual. Ffamran had lit a few torches, something Rebekah normally did. I could tell because the flame carried the ethereal spark of Ffamran’s dragonfire rather than the normal hue of, well, flame. “That would certainly be nice. I have many important things to do,” Ffamran said as he lowered himself onto his stomach before crossing his front legs and resting his head on them. Then he closed his eyes. “What are you doing?” I asked the dragon. “Napping.” He opened one eye and looked at me. “Isn’t that obvious?”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“While that’s good to know,” I said as I approached him and laid my hand on his flank, “I do want your opinion. After all, we’re a team. Like Ash and Pikachu.” “I do not know who they are,” Ffamran said as he considered my words. “They’re very powerful warriors from my world who traveled all over the world, defeating monsters until they were the very best that ever lived,” I replied with a smirk. “And they were very best friends.” “Ah,” Ffamran said with a nod. “Well, then you should know that this isn’t exactly a fair thing to ask of me, Martin.” He nodded to King Atlus. “After all, I very much wish to defeat Hennar and see his bones ground into dust, so I would have no problem allying myself with King Atlus.” My dragon turned his gaze back to me. “This is why you should decide what we should do as my judgment is clouded by revenge.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Is it me that you’re laughing at?” he eyed me curiously with an arched brow. “Yep,” I confessed, “but it’s not a bad thing, promise.” Ffamran snorted himself and ran a talon through his long white hair. “Though I don’t mind being a pawn for your amusement in this situation, I fail to see how I have done anything humorous.” “It’s the hair.” I continued to chuckle at his indignity. “It’s just so voluminous for a dragon.” “My hair is a symbol of my noble birth.” Ffamran flipped his hair indignantly. “If anything, it should inspire awe and fear, not laughter.” “Honestly, it isn’t just the hair,” I said through a fit of laughter. “It’s your whole dancing sway thing.” I did a little wiggle myself and wound up falling onto my ass as Ffamran began to laugh with me. The sound emanated from his throat and shook the floor beneath my feet like a subwoofer turned up to a thousand percent. “I do not look anything like that,” he said once he’d caught his breath. “I’m much more graceful.” Then he did another little shimmy and followed it up with a truly devastating hair whip. “You could definitely learn a thing or two from me.” “It is a pretty good hair whip!” I conceded, still laughing. “It is truly magnificent,” he replied as he did it again. I couldn’t help myself. Laughter exploded from me as the dragon wiggled and danced while punctuating every movement with an epic hair flip.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“I could have been much less kind, trust me,” The dragon waved off my outburst. “Perhaps if you can give me a reason as to why I should bond with you…?” Despite my insistence, I couldn’t think of any reason at all why the dragon should accept my bond now that I was put on the spot. My hands clenched into fists, determined to sway him, however. “Because I am worthy of it!” I snapped, defending my pride and honor. The dragon rolled its eyes once more and looked me up and down as though I were on display to be judged. “Care to demonstrate, Martin?” I puffed out my chest and slammed my fist against it like Tarzan would. “I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.” The still-unnamed dragon seemed rather unimpressed with my declaration. He opened his mouth to offer some sort of witty comeback but closed it again. His forked tongue slithered over his teeth as he mulled over my challenge. And then we began the fastest lightning round of twenty questions I’d ever experienced. “Do you have any experience in fighting?” “I took tae kwon do after class in college for a semester and a half.” “How many languages are you fluent in?” “I can say ‘I only speak English’ in seven languages, not including English.” “At what level would you rate your intelligence?” “Well, I’m not stupid.” The dragon snorted, though whether it was in amusement or disbelief, I wasn’t clear. He continued all the same. “Any healing abilities?” “I can give mouth to mouth.” “Are you able to be stealthy? Deceptive?” “I trip over my own shadow and couldn’t lie to a rock.” “Your honesty might just be your redeeming quality, Martin,” the dragon joked.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Usually, when I slept in my van, the sounds of traffic or people getting in and out of their cars kept me awake at all hours. Sometimes it was too hot or cold, and I wound up sweating or shivering too much to actually sleep. Note how I said, ‘usually.’ There was not usually a giant fucking dragon poking my cheek with a single talon as it attempted to draw me from my slumber to demand my assistance. No, really. That’s what I saw when I opened my eyes.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector

“Still, there is that one story where he single-handedly cured an entire town with the power of his fists.” The farmer shrugged. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
― Simon Archer, Dragon Collector