I walked into the cave, clutching the gold and jewel case, scared witless. The dragon slumbered on a pile of riches, opening one eye when I stopped in front of him.
He plucked the case from me with one paw and held it up. “£20 mate,” he said, tiny flames jumping from his mouth. “It’s fake, innit?”
Kirsty is a thirty-four-year-old who has been writing since she could hold a pen. She writes scifi and fantasy and enjoys the massive scope for adventure these genres give. She’s also a mature student studying for an English & Creative Writing BA.