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By all accounts, Nova didn’t like people. No, he didn’t mean his rider Flash, or Flash’s few friends. He meant other strangers, and that is why he was sitting at the race feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Nova was like the guard raptor of Flash’s home. Any sign of danger and he would be jumping in front of it, hissing and flaring his feathers. Usually with a little intimidation the intruder would back off, but he was quite capable of making sure they never retur...

It was Prudence’s fault. She’d brought him to the festival, promising a fun evening out, and then she’d gotten distracted. It was strange, admittedly, to see someone else from the same social circles in which the St. James family swam out at such a tawdry celebration. This was not a fancy party with tasteful music and sweet wine and a polite atmosphere. This was beautifully loud and bright, busy. The overlapping noise of several street performers created a wonderful cacophony, un...

The grounds of the St. James estate were huge, but for once, were unusually quiet. Which was perfect. Slowly a box inched its way through the pristine garden, the slumbering plants and trees the only witness, as the white paving reflected the midwinter light. A head peered round the box, bright pink eyes blinking as the small dragon checked his surroundings, a grin forming when he realised that he would get away with his plan. His eyes rested now on two small trees, completely bare of any lea...