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- “Get ready,” I warned.
- “WHAT?” Meg asked.
- I pointed at Medea’s chariot, now charging toward us out of the gloom. I traced my finger across my throat, the universal sign for kill that sorceress and her dragons.
- Meg summoned her swords.
- She charged the sun dragons as if they were not ten times her size.
- Medea yelled with what sounded like real concern, “Move, Meg!”
- Meg charged on, her festive ear protection bouncing up and down like giant blue dragonfly wings. Just before a head-on collision, Piper shouted, “DRAGONS, HALT!”
- Medea countered, “DRAGONS, GO!”
- The result: chaos not seen since Plan Thermopylae.
- The beasts lurched in their harnesses, Right Dragon charging forward, Left Dragon stopping completely. Right stumbled, pulling Left forward so the two dragons crashed together. The yoke twisted and the chariot toppled sideways, throwing Medea across the pavement like a cow from a catapult.
- Before the dragons could recover, Meg plunged in with her double blades. She beheaded Left and Right, releasing from their bodies a blast of heat so intense my sinuses sizzled.
- Piper ran forward and yanked her dagger from the dead dragon’s eye.
- “Good job,” she told Meg.
- “WHAT?” Meg asked.
- ***
- The Burning Maze, Chapter 17
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