I wrote Dragon Rider because flying on a dragon was the one thing in life I really wanted to do and I knew that writing about it was the closest I would probably come to the actually experiencing it. 'Time to turn east!'Įveryone who knew my first dog, Rico, will know that Firedrake looks a little like him. Firedrake!' The dragon turned his head to her. This way we'll be in the mountains before daybreak. 'Wonderful!' said Sorrel, smacking her lips. Take a look in my backpack and hand me a mushroom, will you? One of the little black ones.' Ben did as she asked. 'It's wonderful! It's - oh, I can't describe it!' 'Personally I always feel sick to start with,' said Sorrel. 'Do you feel sick?' 'Sick?' Ben looked down to where roads wound through the darkness like gleaming snail trails. 'Well, how do you like it?' Sorrel called to Ben when they had been flying for some time. Night enfolded them in darkness and silence, and soon the world of men was no more than a glitter of lights far below. Holding his breath, Ben clung tight to the spines of Firedrake's crest. The dragon spread his shimmering wings and took off.
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