Literature
Half-Heart: Chapter Six
The dragon lay on the altar, twisting and writhing in agony.
"Look!" a voice cried with ecstasy. It was unfamiliar, muffled and carried an echo as though it was coming from the depths of a dream. "He lives! The heart beats once more!"
He could not open his eyes; the pain that pulsed through his every muscle forced them shut as he groaned. His chest in particular felt as though needle-sharp, serrated claws were trying to prise it open. Every beat of his heart sent shudders of agony through him.
"Don't touch him," barked another, closer this time. Her voice carried a hiss that slithered under his scales like vipers on ice. "He may have survi