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Mandragon [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jay Caselberg
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: When you wake up in the morning with the taste of ashes in your mouth, perhaps it's the symptom of something else.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Fusing Horizons 4, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [157 KB], eReader (PDB) [22 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [7 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [8 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [71 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [78 KB], hiebook (KML) [28 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [33 KB], iSilo (PDB) [6 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [8 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [36 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [14 KB]
Words: 2425
Reading time: 6-9 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Harold knew he had a dragon inside him. The first time he had noticed it, there was just a claw--a talon hidden beneath his pale, soft flesh. He was explaining something, pointing with his hand, when he glanced and saw too much. The scales and hardness lurked, there beneath his skin. If he looked too hard, it wasn't there, but he could catch it from the corners of his eyes, and he could feel it stirring in his bed at night.
At first, he thought it might have been cancer, and his insides had gone cold, centering on the place where he felt it within him, in the middle of his head. That had lasted for a day or so, but then, after his chance sighting of the scales lurking beneath, he'd known for sure. He wasn't sure if it was one of the flat-faced Chinese types, or one of those with the long, pointed noses and sharpened teeth he had seen on the covers of books. It was there though. He could feel it. The dragon had been living in him for far too long, only a mere few days now, but too long all the same. Harold knew it wanted to get out, and he wanted it out. He didn't like feeling that his skin was going to burst.
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