Sir Magvelyn heard the long before he saw her: the ground shook with her snores.
Boulders tipped down the mountainside, uprooting trees, and, as he approached, stones leapt and danced on the scorched grass.
The stink of half-eaten human carcasses made him retch.
The deafening, earthquake-rumble lodged like an axe in his head, and fear nibbled at his .
But he refused to turn back. Gripping his sword, he crept closer and closer to certain death.
Then the dragon cracked open her yellow eyes.
And raised her gargantuan head.
When Magvelyn threw the blade, it flew like an and thumped into her throat.
She died coughing fire.