I pray that the world never runs out of dragons.

I'm as usual having trouble sleeping. Everyone wish Stride better. She needs it.

I'm rereading the R.A. Salvatore books, at the moment, the Icewind Dale trilogy. This is a (somewhat lengthy) excerpt from it which I liked - a diary entry at the beginning of the second book.

I pray that the world never runs out of dragons. I say that in all sincerity, though I have played a part in the death of one great wyrm. For the dragon is the quintessential enemy, the greatest foe, the unconquerable epitome of devastation. The dragon, above all other creatures, even the demons and the devils, evokes images of dark grandeur, of the greatest beast curled asleep on the greatest treasure hoard. They are the ultimate test of ht ehero and the ultimate fright of the child. They are older than the elves and more akin to the earth than the dwarves. The great dragons are the preternatural beast, the basic element of the beast, that darkest part of our imagination.
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