Hard as Flint

A feather blew across the ground to him. It was not a crow’s. Too long, too hard, too tapering. The quill that had rooted it to the dragon’s flesh was black, and hard as flint. In all his life, he’d neither heard nor dreamed of dragon feathers.

No Such Thing as Dragons
Philip Reeve

Reeve, Philip - No Such Thing as Dragons

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Author: C. J. Milbrandt

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