The Dragons have come to Tallulu Parish, and The Swamp will never be the same!
If one more person says I'm old enough to know better, I swear to the Great Goddess' green go-go boots I'm gonna get feathery and peck 'em where the sun don't shine.
Yes, I'm a Crane Shifter who is three days older than dirt.
Yes, I'm blessed not only to be dual-natured but also to be a Witch twice removed on my father's side.
And yes, I did just relocate from NYC to Tallulu Parish in the hopes of being semi-retired.
But I ask you – is that any reason not to kick up my heels and have some fun? Aren't I allowed to make a few questionable decisions?
I mean, come on. I have all my real teeth, still know my way home, and can drink a shipload of sailors under the table without breakin' a sweat. What's an ancient Dragon tied up in the root cellar of the remodeled mansion I just moved into got to do with the price of eggs in Hooter's Hollow?
All I know for sure is that if Clem and that crazy Flock of hers get wind of my latest exploits, I'm sure I'll be tied up in a designer straitjacket faster and hauled off the Bailmore Hall faster than you can say –
'Holy Crap, Cora C. Crankenbush looks good for her age.'
So, it's off to the basement to see if that blasted man is awake yet so I can figure out who the H-E-double-hockey-sticks he is.
Buckle up, Buttercups!
Feathers gonna fly, scales gonna shimmer, and heaven better help us all, 'cause I know for sure –
That Dragon Gonna Blow.
