I’m either about to find the greatest dragon hoard in history… or I’m about to become part of somebody’s rib cage.
Imagine hearing that. You’re lost in a fog bank. The air smells of ozone and old graves. And then you hear it: Click. Clack. Snap. Searching for- legend of the boneknapper dragon...
Toothless thinks I’m obsessed. Gobber says I’m chasing a myth to avoid doing my chores. But last week, we found the evidence. I’m either about to find the greatest dragon
Wish me luck. And if you hear a clicking noise behind you? Have you ever encountered a dragon that didn't fit the Book of Dragons? Tell your horror stories in the comments below. The air smells of ozone and old graves
For the last three winters, I’ve had a splinter under my skin. A rumor. A shiver on the back of my neck. The legend of the .