Patrick T. Mason

“Kale, in your mind you’ve made us the center of what is happening. Wulder is the center.”
― Donita K. Paul, DragonSpell

“Kale wrinkled her nose at the dank air drifting up from the stone staircase. Below, utter darkness created a formidable barrier. Toopka stood close to her knee. Sparks skittered across the doneel child’s furry hand where she clasped the flowing, soft material of Kale’s wizard robe. Kale frowned down at her ward. The little doneel spent too much time attached to her skirts to be captivated by the light show. Instead, Toopka glowered into the forbidding corridor. “What’s down there?” Kale sighed. “I’m not sure.” “Is it the dungeon?” “I don’t think we have a dungeon.” Toopka furrowed her brow in confusion. “Don’t you know? It’s your castle.” “A castle built by committee.” Kale’s face grimaced at the memory of weeks of creative chaos. She put her hand on Toopka’s soft head.”
― Donita K. Paul, DragonLight