Tames a Drake

Up over the white monolith of a Labyrinth hall soared the wickedly gleaming sinuous body of an etherium drake. A few powerful wing beats sent it toward us in a steep dive.

The choking noise I made was the sound of my trying not to swallow my tongue.

Baltrice grinned at me. “They’re not all bad. Some of ’em are just, y’know, misunderstood.”

Realizing my mouth was hanging open, I shut it with a clack that sent a white jolt of pain through my loosened teeth.

The e-drake landed a few meters away. Baltrice ambled over to it, spreading her arms, and I found myself in the preposterous position of witnessing something I could never even hint about without being named a liar or a madman. The etherium drake settled down onto the sand, folded its wings, and laid its head on Baltrice’s shoulder.

Test of Metal: A Planeswalker Novel (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 3), Chapter 18