If you've never seen a dragon before, I mean a real dragon, you might think they're monsters. Well, they're not. I can tell you a thing about dragons.
My name is Barnabus Brake, which is about as unfortunate as you can get. "Barney" isn't much better.
Anyway, it was one of those days. A day when you could care less what happens, because everyone leaves you on your own.
I thought I saw a glassy flicker out of the corner of my eye.
When you live in a city, glass is nothing new. It could be easily be the sun reflecting off a window.
Something flitted past me, an inch from my nose. I stopped and blinked. It didn't come back. "Stupid," I muttered to myself.
"Hey, boy. You gonna move, or do I have to move you?" A coarse voice brought me back to the crowded sidewalk.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." I stepped aside to let him pass. As I did, I caught the barest hint of a reflection in his eyes, and I wondered.
