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The Last Dragon

James Riley
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. - ONE -
  4. - TWO -
  5. - THREE -
  6. - FOUR -
  7. - FIVE -
  8. - SIX -
  9. - SEVEN -
  10. - EIGHT -
  11. - NINE -
  12. - TEN -
  13. - ELEVEN -
  14. - TWELVE -
  15. - THIRTEEN -
  16. - FOURTEEN -
  17. - FIFTEEN -
  18. - SIXTEEN -
  19. - SEVENTEEN -
  20. - EIGHTEEN -
  21. - NINETEEN -
  22. - TWENTY -
  23. - TWENTY-ONE -
  24. - TWENTY-TWO -
  25. - TWENTY-THREE -
  26. - TWENTY-FOUR -
  27. - TWENTY-FIVE -
  28. - TWENTY-SIX -
  29. - TWENTY-SEVEN -
  30. - TWENTY-EIGHT -
  31. - TWENTY-NINE -
  32. - THIRTY -
  33. - THIRTY-ONE -
  34. - THIRTY-TWO -
  35. - THIRTY-THREE -
  36. - THIRTY-FOUR -
  37. - THIRTY-FIVE -
  38. - THIRTY-SIX -
  39. - THIRTY-SEVEN -
  40. - THIRTY-EIGHT -
  41. - THIRTY-NINE -
  42. - FORTY -
  43. - FORTY-ONE -
  44. - FORTY-TWO -
  45. - FORTY-THREE -
  46. - FORTY-FOUR -
  47. - FORTY-FIVE -
  48. - FORTY-SIX -
  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cover

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Dedication

For my agent, Michael Bourret, for being my guide in publishing, my teacher in writing, and my groaner in puns. I’d be lost without him in my corner, sticking with me through it all, and hopefully for many years to come.

- ONE -

PRESIDENT FORSYTHE FITZGERALD,” Fort’s father said, pointing at the spots where each word would go above the giant statue of a seated Abraham Lincoln.

This should have been a happy moment, seeing his dad again, but knowing what was coming, all Fort could feel was horror. “We have to get out of here, Dad. Now!” he yelled. He tried to grab his father, but his hand swept right through his dad’s like he was a ghost.

“I feel like we’re going to need a larger statue, though,” his father continued, like he hadn’t heard a word Fort said. “These ceilings are high enough to fit that head of yours, but you’re definitely going to require a bigger seat.”

“None of that matters,” Fort said, wanting to scream in frustration. “If we stay here, you’ll be taken again. I need to get you out of here!”

But his father ignored him, like he was stuck going through the same motions as the day it’d all happened, no matter what Fort did. The other tourists at the Lincoln Memorial didn’t seem to hear Fort either, as they continued about their visit, unaware of what was about to come.

“You’ll do all of that and more!” his father shouted, and this time, other people did look, just like they had six months ago. “There’s no time to be lazy, not with all the amazing things you’re going to accomplish! And don’t forget that I still want a flying car, so I’ll need you to invent that, too.”

“Dad, please,” Fort said, tears now rolling down his face. “Come with me? I can’t keep going on like this, not knowing if you’re alive or if you’re… you’re hurt. Please, just leave, you don’t have to keep saying everything you already said that day—”

“Um, I’m pretty sure as an adult, I can talk as loudly as I want,” his father said. “But stop pushing us off topic, Fort. This is your future we’re talking about! You’re going to be a great man someday, and I for one can’t wait to take pictures in front of your statue as children gaze up at it adoringly!” He waved at two girls who were watching them, giggling. “See? We’ve already got two volunteers.”