Book3:WereMyDreamIs

areextremelyloyaltoyou.Didyouraisethemfromtinycubs?”Dimitrishruggedandsaid,

    “Theyusedtobetwospes.Ipeoneachsideofmythroneasors.Somehowtheycametolife.YouknowthatinmyKingdomofDreamsanythingispossible.”

    “Andwhataboutthatwhiteflyinghorseyouride.IhaveonlyheardofflyinghorsesinmythologyandneverdreamedIwouldactuallyseeohmyowheKingdomofDreams.Whatyoutellmeabouthim?Likewhatishisinandsuch…”

    “Astothat…”saidDimitriseemingtosinkintoareverie.“IfyouwanttowriteaboutthestoryoftheflyinghorseLightning,itwouldhavetobeanotherseparatestoryaltogether.Heisaveryuniquecreature.”

    Charinasatbeforeherptopputer,fingersflyingnimblyoverthekeyboard.Dimitrismiledatherinreliefbecausehekhatnowcreativethoughts