Derek B.

“Turtle yelling “AAAH!” and leaping backward as the stick he’d poked her with burst into flames. Peril stretched, yawning. “Well, what did you think was going to happen?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Escaping Peril

“not fair,”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Escaping Peril

“It’s furry and sleeps upside down and has a really chewy tail,” said”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Escaping Peril

“It’s almost time for us to swim,” Turtle said cheerfully. “You can worry about that instead.” He canted his wings and swooped down toward the river. Uneasily, Peril followed him. Don’t think about it. There’s nothing I can do about this NightWing right now anyway. I have to wait until he shows his face a bit closer to me, and then I can burn it off, and then everything will be fine. She flexed her talons, feeling the warm shift of her firescales, and then splashed down right behind Turtle. The river was cold and extremely wet and full of flappy slippery things. Peril did not like it ONE BIT. The flappy slippery things (she assumed most of them were fish) kept touching her and then not bursting into flames and that was so weird. Even the feeling of water all around her scales, pressing in on her, was extremely unsettling. She was also not particularly fond of how much faster than her Turtle could suddenly go. He powered forward in huge wingbeats, steering gracefully with the current, while she flopped around snorting water up her snout and generally feeling like a hippo. A hippo floated past, eyeing her with serene scorn. Fine. Not like a hippo. Like an ostrich suddenly plunked in the middle of an ocean, how about that.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Escaping Peril