The dragon sat on the side of the bed and it sagged under his weight.

On the ledge in his path another little dragon sat patiently, well out of striking range.

Clearly he was not alone: two dragons were still airborne, and four more sat on the ground below, Ruth's white hide standing out among them.

The dragon was sitting back, rubbing its nose and glaring at a large open space in front of it.

"We ought to keep going," Shiara said as the dragon sat back against the wall of the tunnel and started eating.

He pointed to the mantel, where five Chinese dragons sat in a stately row.

The dragon glared at him, then shrugged and sat back.

A real, live dragon sat in her living room.

The dragon was sitting perched on the wall, its talons dug into the stone.

Not if a dragon sat smoking in the inner court.