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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  15. - THIRTEEN -
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  32. - THIRTY -
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The dragon seemed dismissive of this, but turned away from the helicopters, and Fort silently let loose the breath he’d been holding… only to scream as the dragon dropped again, rocketing toward what looked like a black, bubbling lake of awfulness right in the middle of Los Angeles.

Tar pits. The La Brea Tar Pits. And the dragon was diving straight for them.

“Wait, I can’t breathe in there!” Fort shouted, just seconds before they hit.

Almost as an afterthought, the dragon absently tossed Fort into the air the moment before it plowed into the tar like a missile. Fort’s momentum sent him up and flying over the tar pits before gravity regained its hold on him, pulling him back toward the lake of blackness. He quickly opened a circle and fell through it to crash on the ground just in front of the pits, landing hard enough to send pain shooting through every part of his body.

“Get away from the pit!” shouted someone over the helicopter loudspeaker, and Fort knew they were talking to him. The dragon had given up its hostage, which meant they could attack now.

But if he let the police try to fight the Old One, they’d be the ones to suffer for it. So instead, Fort pushed to his feet, waving up at the bright spotlight they’d turned onto him.

“Don’t shoot!” he shouted. “Let me handle this! I really do have it under control!”

If only that were true.

More helicopters hovered overhead now, and police cars came racing up to the tar pit with sirens blaring. The more that arrived, the more Fort was convinced they’d try to just grab him and forcibly remove him from the scene, dooming them all. If only the dragon would finish whatever he was doing, so Fort could figure out another way to get it back to the Dracsi dimension. What could possibly be taking so long—

His thoughts were interrupted by the dragon flying out of the black lake to land just behind Fort, hot tar dripping from its scales. And in its hands was an egg at least three feet tall.

Only, the egg was broken. Whatever had been inside it was gone, or hadn’t lived through the heat of the tar.

The Old One gently lay the egg down on the ground, then turned to the police assembling before them, his eyes blazing with fury.

“FOR THIS TRAVESTY,” he shrieked, “I SHALL WIPE YOUR KIND OFF THE FACE OF YOUR EARTH!”

- THIRTY-EIGHT -

NO!” FORT SHOUTED, LEAPING BETWEEN the Old One and the police. “You don’t know what happened to that dragon!”

“YOU LED ME TO NOTHING BUT DEATH,” the Old One roared, shooting fire straight at Fort and the police behind him.