I collect dragon tears. It isn’t difficult; they’re insidious and subtle, and they seep through my armor and into my skin like ink, leaving me stained, soiled, sorrowful — a human map of misery. The Dragon Atlas, I call it — marked with the precise locations of honor and shame.

Dragons I Have Slain
Metaphorosis
Published 02-Sep-2016

About the story: When you have to kill dragons but you don’t want to.
Inspired by a Jon Lord song.