Moving as quietly as he could, Dessig approached the sound and soon found a deep pit that smelled like the worst midden he ever encountered. Something was moving down there.
Some people claim they were hatched from eggs at the beginning of time, others that they arrived from space, plummeting to the earth in balls of fire. Others claim they came from another plane of existence. I’d like to present an eccentric country gentleman’s personal account of his encounters with dragons.
The story started when I was dragged to a car boot sale myself. I didn’t find a magic pendant, nor a lost Turner seascape or a forgotten Clarice Cliff jug. What I did find was the name Wildgust and a story about travelling to an alternate dimension. The title came very soon. I wrote the words ‘mad gnomes.’