In a world where dragons and humans coexist in an uneasy truce and dragons can assume human form, Seraphina, whose mother died giving birth to her, grapples with her own identity amid magical secrets and royal scandals, while she struggles to accept and develop her extraordinary musical talents.
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In memoriam: Michael McMechan.
Dragon, teacher, friend.
I remember being born.
I usually practiced smiling while I slathered my scales with goo, figuring that if I could smile through that, I could smile through anything. Today I really didn't have the time.
We were all monsters and bastards. And we were all beautiful.
"My faith should not come easily;
There is no Heaven without pain.
My days should never flutter past
Unnoted, nor my past remain
Beyond its span of usefulness;
Le me not hold to grief.
My hope, my light, my Saint is love;
In love my one belief."
The vagabond sun winks down through the trees,
While lilacs, like memories, waft on the breeze,
My friend, I was born for soft days such as these,
To inhale perfume,
And cut through the gloom,
And feast like a king upon peaches and cheese!
I'll travel this wide world and go where I please,
Can't stop my wandering, it's like a disease.
My only regret as I cross the high seas;
what I leave behind,
Though I hope to find,
My own golden city of peaches and cheese!
I'll ask my true love, and I'll hope she agrees,
How could she not, when I'm down on my knees?
My Jill, say you will, and don't be such a tease.
When it's time to eat,
I say sweets to the sweet,
My love, let your answer be peaches and cheese!
O Mistress Seraphina,
Why won't you marry me?
From first I ever seen ya,
I knew you were for me!
It's not just that you're sassy,
It's not just that you're wise,
It's that you poke Viridius
In his piggy little eyes!
I suspect you will remember little of our conversation last
night, which is just as well. I fear I babbled on foolishly.
However: I owe you this, at least. Your mother had more than one
flute, or I could never have borne breaking the other. I still regret
that, not least for your look of betrayal. I was the monster on our
household, not you.
What comes, comes. I have made my peace with the past and
with the future. Do what you feel you must, and do not be afraid.
All my love, for good or ill,
A thousand regrets I've had in love,
A thousand times I've longed to change the past.
I know, my love, there is no going back,
No undoing of our thousand burdens.
We must go on despite our heavy hearts.
A thousand regrets I've had in love,
But I shall never regret you.
We the undersigned have seized the Kerama as of yesterday.
We proclaim ourselves rightful rulers of the Tanamoot, all its
lands and armies, until we are in turn removed by force.
The traitor Comonot yet lives. He is wanted for crimes
against dragonkind, including but not limited to: making treaties
and alliances against the will of the Ker, detrimental to our
values and way of life; indulging in excessive emotionality;
fraternizing with humans; indulging deviants; seeking to alter
our fundamental dragon nature and make us more human-like.
We demand his immediate return to the Tanamoot. Failure to
comply ill be tantamount to an act of war. Recognize, Goreddis,
that you are in no position to fight. We expect you to act in
accordance with your interests. You have three days.
Genrals of the Tanamoot:
Goredd rejects the legitimacy of your claim to sovereignty over
the Dragon Lands. Ardmagar Comonot yet lives; petty threats
will not induce us to turn him over, nor do we recognize the
validity of these trumped-up charges against him. He is our
proven friend and ally, author and champion of the peace, and the
legitimate ruler of the Tanamoot.
If you push this toward war, do not foolishly imagine we are
helpless, or that your own people will choose to fight for you rather
than for continued cooperation between our species. This peace has
been a true blessing upon the world, which is changed for the
better; you cannot drag it back into the past.
Devoutly hoping we may settle this with words, I am,
Her Highness Princess Glisselda, First Heir of Goredd,
On behalf of Her Majesty Queen Lavonda the Magnificent
Blessed is he who passes, love,
Beneath your window's eye
And does not sigh.
Gone my heart and gone my soul,
Look on me love, look down
Before I die.
One glimpse, my royal pear, one smile
Sufficient to sustain me,
Grant me this,
Or take my life and make it yours:
I'd fight a hundred thousand wars
For just one kiss.
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