It dove. Lightning didn’t work, so it was down to bulk. It swooped low, its wings tucked in, legs ready to strike. I rolled out of the way, way too easily. It was testing us, trying to see if we had real strength. When it knew we didn’t, it would attack. I needed that to happen. “Alley!” I shouted. Lady Violet and I ran for the nearest little side-way, barely large enough for Violet and

The wyvern was there. And it knew we were, too. Legends about dragons are just that, legends. Nobody seems to have actually seen one. Or if they have, they’re not talking. So everyone has their own opinion about what a dragon looks like. Scaled monstrosities, little lizards, or shape changers that can do anything. A total mystery, with only one consensus. A raging dragon is big. If this wyvern was a little cousin, I would

The Green Witch             There is something that has to be understood about superhero approaches. The entrance is completely understood. It has to be fantastically unexpected. The hero bursts into the scene from somewhere no one could possibly have come from. There is a witty retort, the villain has to hiss in the knowledge that defeat is inevitable, and the battle commences. That part is easy. But this approach always makes studying to be a