And then the weyrmen did think the little white dragon mightn't live.

He was too small, his color - who ever heard of a white dragon?

The young white dragon offers the best chance for this kind of fight".

The second was that of the white and red dragons.

I awoke the white dragon and led her to the humans.

What stronghold could be more perfect for a white dragon?

Finally the ground began to fall away, and the white dragon allowed himself a measure of relaxation.

One last skull, that of a small white dragon, was laid upon the top.

Like the little white dragon, she was ready to fly on her own.

The white dragon was going to be his moment of triumph.