THE LARGE dragon begged Molly. “Come admire my hoard for a while and let me admire you.” “I’ve told you before, you great dolt,” Molly snapped. “My name isn’t Princess, and I’m not responding to any remarks including that loathsome title.” She sat with her back to the huge beast, huddled in a corner of the strange cave that the book had sucked her into. I guess that stupid dollhouse wasn’t torturous enough, Molly thought. The enormous dragon stood between her and the cave entrance, but Molly had already discovered that outside was a sheer drop of about a thousand feet. She wasn’t going anywhere, not just yet, anyway. Molly couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t afraid of the gigantic dragon. He was a creature straight out of a fairy tale or a movie, complete with scales, wings, large teeth, sharp claws, and smoke coming out of his nostrils. Maybe it was the fairy tale-ness of it all. More likely it was because he was so disgustingly solicitous. He was practically slavering to do her bidding.
