Dragon Games: The Legion Academy by Marisa Claire

Author:Marisa Claire [Claire, Marisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Torment Publishing
Published: 2019-05-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The saddle strap behind Thula’s wings held fast, causing the loose front portion of the saddle to bounce wildly against the dragon’s back. Worse, the motion pushed the thick cushion upwards, swallowing my hands. Between that and the blood, I couldn’t do this for long. Another dizzying downward glance showed me the spikes of Thula’s tail, waiting to impale me on the way to the ground.

Her tail!

“Thula!” I shouted, nearly choking as wind rushed down my throat. “Use your tail! Cut the strap!”

Her tail whistled through the air as it curled up between her legs. Her body rocked with the effort of sawing. The muscles in my arms and back burned as though another dragon had snuck up behind us and let loose its torch. Thula’s course began to zig-zag and what little I had eaten this morning began working its way up to my throat.

The strap snapped like the crack of a steed whip, and the stirrup fell away from my toes. Grunting, I pushed both feet against the seat and kicked downward like a jackrat fighting a canin for its life.

As the saddle and the cushion dropped, the air lifted my body away from Thula’s, flapping me like a tunic on a clothesline. Streams of blood ran down my wrists, and my right fingers started to slip.

Thula bowed her long neck, and her rigid spine rose up to meet me, knocking all the air from my chest. Her great wings slowed, and we hovered there in the sky, surrounded by wispy white clouds. Her rib cage heaved under my sprawled arms and legs, one breath for every three of my own.

“That was fun.”

Lifting my sweaty cheek from her bare skin, I found one of her big yellow eyes peering back at me. I didn’t know enough about dragon facial expressions yet to say for certain if my dragon had a very different idea of fun than I did, or if she was just very, very sarcastic.

Panting, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, and even though it made my head spin with the imagined sensation of falling to my doom, I peeled my bloody, shredded hands off the emergency straps and wiped them on my breeches, leaving gruesome red streaks.

Swiping the wet hair out of my eyes, I grinned. Maybe what just happened wasn’t fun exactly, but… it was pretty damn amazing.

“Can we catch up?”

She snorted sparks. “Hold on tight.”

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