Click on image to enlarge.

	Regular				Club
You Pay:	$0.49				$0.42

eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
eBook Description: A stubborn man, believing a mountain to be the permanently imprisoned and petrified form of an ancient dragon, attempts to awaken it with all of his will and yearning and arcane knowledge of human magic and power. However, the results of his effort are completely unexpected.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Talebones #14, ed. Patrick J. and Honna Swenson, 1999
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2002

52 Reader Ratings:

Great	Good	OK	Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [19 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [27 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [5 KB] , Portable Document Format (PDF) [37 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [5 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [58 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [75 KB] , hiebook (KML) [43 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [31 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [4 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [5 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [33 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [11 KB]
Words: 1285
Reading time: 3-5 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"The only work I've seen from Vera Nazarian to date has been fantasy, and "Mount Dragon" seems to fit that vein just fine. The story is told from the viewpoint of the title dragon, who has been slumbering for a long time in his mountain. A wizard has come to try to awaken him. Vera has a surprise for us, though, and it's a surprise for the wizard as well. A clever piece, just fitting its idea to its short space."--Rich Horton, Tangent Online (Learn more about Tangent Online, the Internet's leading SF&F short fiction review website)

The man stopped at the base of my lower extremities. Like a puppet, he lowered himself in the crevice between my index stone claw and the slab of granite the weight of which held me down to the earth. He put his microscopic upper appendages forward upon my polished gleaming surface, and willed with all his tiny being for me to attend to him. I decided to humor both of us. I answered directly into his mind. "Go to hell, idiot," I said, using an astringent tongue he'd understand. "I am but a monumental slab of granite, and you, mortality, are like one of the droppings of a fairly large corpulent deity--an ephemeral honor I would rather pass me by." "And yet, you speak to me, mountain," said the mote of humanity. "Why is that?" I considered that for a moment. The creature had a point. "I don't know," I replied honestly. "But I do."