I have set myself a rule to complete and publish a short story by the 16th of every month. Normally I agonize over these for a good two...

In the days before the greening of the world, when everything was covered in ice and snow, Harrod Frostbringer rode his white dragon in...

Aurea was raised by a dragon, so when the bird left, her first impulse was to burn everything to the ground. It was supposed to be a...

She was the only one who knew he’d left the dragon alive. And every time she ran with his other children to be swept into a big bear hug,...