Artemisia Abbot sits on the banks of the river Severn, her gaze on the forest beyond. A wounded Welsh Green is hidden somewhere beneath those trees, or so the locals report.

As a dragonologist working for the Ministry, Artemisia has been tasked with locating the beast and, if possible, relocating it before it eats anymore sheep.

There’s a flash of yellow between the branches, like sunlight glinting off a dragon’s eye.

“Aha.” Artemisia stands. That must be the dragon. My