The adventures of a somewhat pudgy older magical probation officer continue, with progress continuing on the novel not called “Dude, Where’s My Dragon?”.
Snippet:
For a moment she thought the room was deserted — and wouldn’t that be a thing to write home about, trying to find a tiny mouse in a ten story building while the guys with less seniority, fewer qualifications, and just generally less sense were out dealing with a fire-breathing dragon the size of a house — but finally a quiet voice answered.
