order-of-st-george

Why haven't they killed us yet?""Our lives aren't important. For some reason, it's always been about her.

More dragons incoming...

You have no idea what you really are," the Elder Wyrm went on, "or why you are special to the dragons of Talon.

Victory was close. Just one final push. "Send in the rest," I ordered. "All wings attack. Take that base down now.

The kind of bs is dead. Long live the queen.

I leaned back against the headboard and closed my eyes, feeling the inferno flair between us once more. It flickered and pulsed, but my blood was boiling on the inside and Ember was the fire that ignited it.

The organization likes to do their dirty business where no one can see it.

I didn't fall in love with how you looked," he murmured as his hand rose, gently brushing my cheek. "I fell in love with you."My eyes watered. And everything inside me melted into molten goo. "You are getting entirely too good at making a dragon cry," I saw and kissed him.

You can't be completely in love with a dragon and expect anything to be normal.

I've been told that there's a point in every soldier's life when he knows he's going to die. You expect it, of course, in every battle, every ambush, every enemy engagement. You are aware that this could be it. This could be the one that ends your life. But, there's a difference between being aware that you could die, and knowing beyond a doubt, when the situation is hopeless. New dragons dropped from the sky in a dark mass...

Without St. George, that balance would tip. Without the Order, there would be nothing to stop Talon and the Elder Wyrm from achieving what they wanted from the start: complete and utter dominion.