I’ve gushed here, if not precisely waxed eloquent, about books that I’ve enjoyed, especially a few that I’ve returned to after a number of years, decades even, and discovered that my fondness for them was not mere nostalgia.
As a teenager, I loved the scene where someone feeds a phosphorus grenade to Chaffinch. "But dragons have bellies like boilers...". There is also a sequel _The Starfollowers of Coramonde_. It has many of the same stylistic problems, but does explain the demonic backstory.
As a teenager, I loved the scene where someone feeds a phosphorus grenade to Chaffinch. "But dragons have bellies like boilers...". There is also a sequel _The Starfollowers of Coramonde_. It has many of the same stylistic problems, but does explain the demonic backstory.