I am Dragon Quotes

“Of course. Dragons love a good, long tail.”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“I don’t like plot twists; they hurt,” Dragon growled sulkily. “Could I have a new author, please?”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“Azania, nodding, started as her gaze fell upon his neck. “Yarimda, are you alright?” “Never better, my dear,” she said. “I love hearing you and Dragon speak. Hands down, that was one of the best conversations I have ever eavesdropped upon in my nine and a half decades. Believe me, keyholes and my right ear used to be extremely well acquainted. It gives me hope for both races, Dragon and Human, and peace for when I pass on, knowing that two creatures of integrity will be stirring up trouble from one end of the continent to the other.”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” “I do think I’m thinking what you’re thinking, but you had best tell me in case I’ve somehow got it wrong. There’s a fairly high chance.” “Is there?”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“She said, “Inzashu said I should share this joke with you: ‘Why do Dragons make such great musicians?’ ” He frowned. “No idea.” “They know their scales inside out.” “Groan.” “I told her that’s what you’d say.”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“Raising his paw, Dragon touched her knee. “I am sorry about your dam, Inzashu.” “I’m sorry about yours.” “I guess we share that dam problem,” he put in helpfully, and then when everyone shouted at him, had to splutter that it was an unfortunate slip of the forked tongue.”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“The way they talk, you’d imagine their scales were in danger of falling off.” “Like yours?” Azania said, pulling at his tail. To say he jumped was an understatement. He nearly leaped out of his scales. WHAT? The Princess held up a scale. “I think you might be shedding.” “DRAGONS DO NOT … sorry, but …” She prodded at her ears. “Please, Dragon, I understand that you’re upset, but those sonic effects are going to burst my eardrums one of these days. It hurts when you’re that loud.” “Sorry!” “I didn’t mean to scare you, but don’t Dragons lose scales all the time?” He stared at the patch on his mid-tail. Not like that. Not as if he had mange. Lifting the next one over with his talon, he felt how loose it was. How flimsy. Upon investigation, he noticed many other brittle patches peppered up and down his flanks, along his back, and right down to the end of his tail. Not to mention the holes the green had clawed in his hide, oozing copious quantities of silver blood. No flying on today. He said, “My quest for new fires appears to have taken an unexpected turn.” “Plot twist,” said the Princess. “I don’t like plot twists; they hurt,” Dragon growled sulkily. “Could I have a new author, please?” Azania smiled, “I’ll hire a decent one, tomorrow. Instant new coat of scales. For now, let’s get you patched up, my friend. I don’t like the idea of you leaking quite so much.” “Dragons do not leak!”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“Let me warm you up to the facts, Princess. White people are not white, they are a pale pink with nasty hairy bits. You can’t hide them in a snowfield with the best will in the world. Black people are not black, or they’d blend in with the average lump of charcoal. They are various shades of brown, again with the socially unacceptable hairy bits. You Humans are completely unreasonable when it comes to colour. And”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“Plot twist,” said the Princess. “I don’t like plot twists; they hurt,” Dragon growled sulkily. “Could I have a new author, please?”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“desert kingdom. Given a less fraught time, Dragon decided, he would have loved to bring his easel in here and set up for a long, satisfying session of painting. The fluted arches, delicate frescoes and screens, and gold-leaf decorated treasure chests certainly created a most royal space. As Azania spoke, he returned his attention to her. “Brother, I wish to congratulate you upon your ascension to the throne of T’nagru, despite the grief and difficulty our kingdom faces at this time.” He inclined his head, weighted down with the great crown – it looked terribly uncomfortable, Dragon decided. A statement regarding the weighty nature of leadership. Everyone knew that this Skartun siege had only been a precursor to a much greater invasion later in the season. One Jabiz out of thirty had tested their mettle, and breached the outer gates of the citadel with a monstrous Bloodworm which still lay on the sand outside the gates. Did flesh rot in such a waterless desert climate? Or would it simply shrivel? Unexpected thirst tickled his gravelly throat. He coughed aside, the sound echoing loudly despite the large crowd gathered for the King’s coronation event. The Princess said, “I am sorry that I cannot make the formal genuflections, but my”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon

“I like you too, Princess, do you know that?” “Ah, but for how long, Dragon?” “You are not a bauble to be set aside on a whim.” Suddenly, she trembled in his grasp. “Don’t make me cry, friend.”
― Marc Secchia, I am Dragon