It didn’t matter; by now she knew she loved him in any skin. In her book there was another tale – one of the original eighteen – of a dragon who had a human wife, and Neve had never understood it before, at least from the wifes point of view. Love was love. But she hoped that he was not a dragon.

It didn’t matter; by now she knew she loved him in any skin. In her book there was another tale – one of the original eighteen – of a dragon who had a human wife, and Neve had never understood it before, at least from the wifes point of view. Love was love. But she hoped that he was not a dragon.

– Laini Taylor –

My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories

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