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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. Spikes ran down its
long, spade-shaped tail and continued up the dragon's
entire length, ending at the base of the horned skull. The
monster's face was a lumpy, frightening mass of bulging
muscles and veins. The jaws were parted in a vicious
snarl, displaying two rows of double-edged teeth, each
sharper than a butcher's axe.
Tas was most taken with the paint job. Each rounded
scale was daubed with such precision that it looked as if
the dragon could lift and flap its wings if necessary. The
ruby-red color was rich, vivid, and glistening. Tas was
reminded of tightly packed, juicy pomegranate seeds.
Looking at the spikes on the dragon's back, Tas was re-
lieved to find a saddle of a sort carved into the creature's
neck. Putting his booted foot into the stirrups that dan-
gled from it, the kender hopped aboard the dragon's
back.
Woodrow selected the centaur statue behind the
dragon so that he could keep an eye on his charge. Set-
tling himself on the centaur's lifelike, chocolate-brown-
haired back, the straw-haired young man waited for the
ride to fill up with dwarves so that it could begin.
Standing by the gears, the gnome rubbed his hands
with glee and threw a big lever. The carousel jerked to a
start, and the slightly flat, peppy bell tones of the carou-
sel's music roared from somewhere in the ceiling above
the statues, drowning out all other noise. The animals
bobbed alternately on their poles -- when the dragon
soared upward, the centaur plunged. It seemed that the
gnome had everything under control this time
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