The Blind Dragon: A Tale from the Canon of Tarn

"There we are," Anna whispered. The dragon foal went still at her voice. Then it snorted and swiveled its snout towards her, its eyes still shut. Its tail quivered; its nostrils flared. A menacing growl rose from its chest. "Easy there," Anna said gently. "Easy." She placed her palm on its forehead, applying calm pressure between its eyes. The foal gave a satisfied snort, settled back against Nightlove's flank -- and then it opened its eyes. They were big, blank, and sightless. Like white, ...