Dragon Chameleon: The Complete Series Signed Hardcover

Males don’t like talking to humans – most of them can’t even do it except for Purples – and they are only supposed to talk to the people they are bonded to. They say your minds are too strange for constant contact.


My mind wasn’t strange. It was quick and clever. Maybe that was the problem. I was smarter than most dragons.


There was a hiss of steam beside me.
Hubric glanced over at us from where he was dismounting. 


“Don’t irritate her. She’s been through a lot. They took her by surprise when she was in a deep sleep.”


“I didn’t do anything!” I protested. “She’s mad at my thoughts.”


“Then stop thinking stupid things! Here, come and look for the root cellar with me. I stashed some things in there. This place was supposed to stay hidden, but who could have predicted a mass migration through this forest?”


I backed up from the dragon, trying to keep some distance between us and nearly stumbled over one of the fallen Magikas. It was all I could do not to heave. What had I gotten myself into? 


I gathered myself and followed Hubric over the frozen ground. This was too much. I needed to get out of this situation right now before it was too late. I didn’t owe Hubric anything. I didn’t have to stay. If I left now, I could get back to Vanika in a week or so and go back to my normal life.

Why were my hands shaking like that? Stupid hands!
I dodged a small grass fire and looked over my back at the girl dragon. She was puffing flame across her own hide. Weird.

I never would have suspected she was a girl. She didn’t look at all feminine.

She paused to hiss at me and I jumped. Just nerves. I wasn’t afraid of her. I’d just been in a battle and I was standing in a forest that was partly on fire. Anyone would be nervous.


“She’s cleaning her scales,” Hubric said, following my gaze. “Heat helps. The Magika fire leaves an irritating residue.”

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