Sky legs [antikvár]

Breathing fire It was their last visit to the beach. The day itself was nearly over and Mihali and Georgi stood back to look at their work. There would be no more sandcastles for a while. He was beautiful. Long carefully formed claws resting on the sand. Smiling as if he'd just eaten. Across his back, above the perfect scales, were two towers with small arched windows. A narrow bridge joined them. 'What do you think, Gabi? Isn't he perfect?' Mihali waited for her praise. She looked up from her travel guide. 'Something's missing.' She didn't offer what it was and went on reading. The boys surveyed the dragon with a critical eye: its huge tail winding across the sand into a long pointy diamond, and eyes peering out onto a newly created world. Their favourite part, the scales over the nostrils, were expertly curved. They'd spent a long time on them. 'The nostrils, Georgi! It's the nostrils.' It came to Mihali in a flash. 'Of course. I should have realised.' Gabi tried to hide the smirk on her face. She passed Georgi the backpack and put her book down to watch 3