|
The
fire head twisted into position, and Fitela would have been burned
alive if the dragon had gotten a chance. But he didn't. Sigemund
had reached over and grasped the neck of the dragon without ever
letting go of the white head. He jammed the air head into the
throat of the crimson fire head. Necks knotted, eyes bulging,
the heads were stuck. Each torrent of flame was beaten down by
a blast of icy air. |
